Gary looked at his girl friend Debbie, who was stretched out in her white bikini on a strip of beach on Lake Michigan.
"Isn't it wonderful that summer is here?" he smiled at her.
She could see what he was looking at. His eyes were roving from her breasts down to her thighs and legs.
"Are you happy about summer or the fact I'm wearing a bikini?" she demanded.
"I'm happy about both things," he told her.
That was reassuring. Debbie was becoming disgusted with Gary. For he was always talking about sex.
"Do you see how many guys have been looking at you?" he smiled.
"No, and I wish you wouldn't look at them," she told him.
Gary smiled.
"Baby," he told her, "you don't know how happy it makes me to be with a beautiful girl like you."
"So I'm just good for your ego, is that it?" Debbie smiled as she stretched out.
Debbie was a stunning blonde. She had blue eyes, fair skin, and lovely golden hair which fell about her young, naked shoulders. Gary was pleased just to look at her.
"Let's go in swimming," she suggested. "It's getting kind of hot here under the sun today."
Getting to her feet, she raced into the cool lake waters.
Gary shook his head. She was always challenging him. And he felt compelled to follow her lead.
He got off the beach towel where he had started to perspire heavily and followed her. The water was cool and she swam out quite a distance. He followed and caught up with her. As they glanced back at the skyline of Chicago, he smiled at her.
"There it is," he told her. "The Windy City in all of its splendor."
Debbie smiled.
"I do love Chicago," she agreed. "I love it in the springtime, I love it in the fall, and I love summer best of all."
She swam some more and Gary followed. Turning around she swam back to the beach.
When she arrived at the water's edge and got to her feet and walked across the sun swept beach, eyes followed her hungrily. Her tight-fitting white bikini clung to every inch of her shapely body. A few boys made low wolf whistles and it was beginning to bother Gary.
"Let's get going," he complained. "I don't like the way some people act around here."
She smiled at him. "Certainly, Gary. Where shall we go?"
"My apartment," he told her.
They went over to the parking lot. It was difficult walking across the hot asphalt.
"I wish I had better shoes to walk in," she complained.
They got in his car, which was hot as well. Gary put up the top on his convertible so they wouldn't be under the direct sunshine.
He drove through The Loop and then out to the North Side, where his apartment was situated. "Are you ever gonna marry me?" she laughed. "Why should I?" Gary teased as he reached over and placed his hand on her naked thigh.
"Because most people who are respectable, anyway, get married when they love each other. And you say you love me. But I guess you don't love me enough to marry me."
He looked at her. Gary was handsome and she knew very well that plenty of women were always chasing after him. It was not easy to keep him fascinated all the time, as he had a roving eye. It was a good thing she was beautiful, or she knew she wouldn't stand a chance with him.
Gary parked a short distance from his apartment and they got out of the car and walked up to it.
"How long have you lived in this apartment?" she asked.
"I Moved to Surf Street from Campbell Street," he explained, "about two years ago. I like it here."
Gary smiled.
"I hope you are in the mood for a nice relaxing time."
She knew exactly what he desired. The hot, lusty look in his eyes left no doubt about what he was thinking.
As soon as they got into the apartment he started talking about his sales plans.
"Tomorrow I'm going to South Bend, Indiana," he told her, "and if I can close a deal there I will take you to the top of the Prudential Towers for dinner next Saturday night."
Debbie's eyes lit up.
"Oh, Gary," she exclaimed, "that sounds like a lot of fun."
"It will be," he told her, "if I make that sale."
She went over to him and pressed her body against his.
"You're all sweaty and so am I," she smiled.
They got in the shower together. As the shower water pelted their naked bodies Gary looked at her and chuckled.
"A lot of dames have tried to land me," he confessed, "and nobody has been able to do it so far. So what makes you think you're so special?"
Debbie had a lot of confidence in her beauty and in men turning on with her. She looked at her fresh, upthrust breasts and tantalizingly pinched the taut nipples until they were red.
"You don't see boobs like these every day," she told him.
"If you go looking at the right go-go dancers you do, honey," he told her.
"Who wants to make it with a go-go dancer?" she smirked.
"Some of them are great grinds, honey," he told her. "Don't knock them until you've tried them."
She let her hand wander down to her blonde curly pubic hair. Sensuously she slipped a finger between her puffy pussy lips. Pumping forward, she pretended that her finger was a penis as she started undulating her hips sensuously back and forth.
"You trying to give me a hard-on?" he laughed.
"Oh, I can't give you something you already have," she reminded him as she reached down to grip his massive, throbbing penis.
"We'd better get out of here quick, honey," he warned her, "and have some fun. I'm ready for a fuck. I sure hope you are."
Whey they had finished washing and drying off, they returned to the bedroom.
"What makes you so homy?" she asked him huskily.
"I was born with a hard-on," he said, his eyes sweeping over her naked body again. "You're very beautiful."
She gently tugged on his huge cock. He loved the way she enjoyed playing with his penis.
"OHHH," he smiled at her, "THAT FEELS SO GOOD. KEEP PULLING ON IT."
Gary looked at her. His eyes lit up with delight as she gently stroked his penis.
"I WANT TO SUCK YOU ALL OVER, HONEY," he told her.
They got on the bed together once she'd released his penis. Then as she lay on her back, he began gently caressing and licking and massaging her bosoms. His hot tongue gently licked and she loved him doing this to her.
"Baby," she whispered, "nobody can make it like you do."
It pleased him that she enjoyed it so much. He sucked on one breast and then the other.
"OOOHHH, I CAN'T STAND IT," she panted. "YOU'RE TOO MUCH."
Gary let his fingers wander down to her vagina. Easing one finger into her pussy, he slid it sensuously back and forth. She spread her legs wide and he looked down at her moist, hot, pink flesh. It was getting him hornier every moment. His balls tingled with erotic desire. He continued his trip down her body. His tongue was easing over her legs and thighs.
"YES," she told him, "I LOVE THAT."
It was wonderful to feel his tongue caressing her leg. But what she would enjoy most of all would be that fantastic moment when his tongue would surge in her vagina.
"OOOHHH, BABY," she panted as she pumped her hips, "LOVE ME. LOVE ME THERE."
He knew exactly what she meant. And it wasn't going to be long before he was loving her there, just as she wanted to be loved.
"I want to go down on you," Gary smiled. "Then you can do the same thing to me."
Looking at him, Debbie shook her head.
"I've heard about that," she said disgustedly, "and it's some nasty thing. I... won't."
That got him angry.
"What do you mean?"
He got down over her crotch. Then she felt his hands gently gripping her legs just below the knees. Using his strength, he spread wider her thighs.
"I'll show you!" he panted.
Gary's head swept down between her white, softly tapered and trembling thighs-to the secret place of her genitals. All at once his mouth was over there, his tongue hot and moist, darting out to her naked, shamefully exposed vagina, creating tingling electric contact with her throbbingly erect clitoris. Powerful pleasurable sensations flashed through her quivering belly.
"NO, GARY, NO," she pleaded. "PLEASE, DON'T DO IT."
Her hips writhed under him in a desperate attempt to escape the unnatural act that he was trying to carry out against her defenseless genitals. Squirming around in the bed, she tried to sweep her hips back and down. His tongue drifted to the upper part of her female slit, where the soft curls of her pubic hair were suddenly wettened by his searching lingual member. Gary was starting to get angry.
"HOLD STILL, DAMN IT!" he muttered, levering her luscious legs higher, slipping his hands under the rounded softness of her quivering, moon-like buttocks.
His fingers dug in hard and painfully as he stilled her desperate undulating movements. His tongue stabbed out blindingly through her warm, pink pussy furrow, missing her clitoris, as he unknowingly licked at her throbbing opening.
It bothered her that he would dare to get this intimate. Yet, automatically her hips raised up to Gary's tongue, rotating under his seeking lips. There was something wonderful and marvelous about what he was doing with his lashing tongue movements. She shuddered deliciously while his wet, long tongue slid into the coral pink opening of her cunt. Strange sensations flashed through her body, all of them seeking to begin and end right there in that sensitive aroused portal of her seething pussy. How she wanted it. How she had to let herself go. She was enjoying it. But her guilty conscience was bothering her. All sex was dirty, she had heard. And now to do a thing like this was wrong.
"PLEASE, DON'T, GARY," she begged. "STOP IT, STOP IT!"
Gary was getting angry. He pulled his mouth away from her pussy and gazed up at her. His smoldering brown eyes looked into her cool blue eyes anxiously.
"You like it, don't you?"
That was where the problem lay. She knew that she did. A small smile flickered across her face.
"OH, DAMN IT, DON'T STOP WIGGLING," he told her.
Gary's strong hands gripped her legs just below the knees, using his strength to spread her thighs again.
"I'll show you where it's at, honey," he panted.
CHAPTER TWO
Gary's head eased down between Debbie's thighs. Down to her secret place again. And once more his mouth was over it.
"OOOHHH, THAT DOES FEEL GOOD," she gasped.
It seemed as if she had never experienced sex before. How she loved it. His mouth continued pressing tightly at her searing cunt flesh. He could taste her, juicing. And this was what made it so stimulating.
"OHHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSS, THAT'S IT. LICK MY... LICK MY... " Her body was quivering as his electric tongue made contact with her clitoris. She quivered in delicious ecstasy. His long, wet tongue danced hotly on the short hardened bud of her clit, his mouth making moist, obscene licking sounds as her searingly needful cunt ground up into his face hungrily, while at the same time her tiny hands behind his head pulled him tight and hard against her.
"YES, YESSSS," she panted, "I LOVE IT." Her hips bounced effortlessly upward as he gripped her ass cheeks. The rapture of her impending orgasm propelled him onward.
"YES, OOOHHH, YES," she groaned. "I LOVE IT."
Suddenly the naked blonde's body convulsed, overcome in ecstatic rapture, as intense joy she felt from this new experience poured from her panting throat in a wild gasp of blissful orgasmic release.
"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH, AAAHHHH, MMMMYYYY... OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, YES... SUCK ME, SUCK MY PUSSY... SUCK ME THEEEEERREE!"
Debbie's hands spasmed and pulled Gary's face even tighter up between her thighs and her legs convulsively jerked as the surging heat of her orgasm washed over her. Sensations she felt so keenly, so newly, she was choking with heartfelt emotion as scalding tears of pure joy brimmed over her lovely soft blue eyes.
Gary slithered up over her, his mouth searching for hers as she kissed him back ardently, tasting a new flavor on his breath. It was the warm, feminine flavor of her own vaginal wetness on his lips.
"You see, baby," he smiled, "you loved it. That's the only way. I wanted to deep kiss your pussy and it was really something... wasn't it?"
"Oh, yes, yes," she agreed.
It so aroused and stimulated him to have her do this. For Gary had always made it a point to love his women in the most sensuous way he knew how. And there was nothing more pleasing to him than to break in a new girl to off-beat sex. But he had to make sure that Debbie would satisfy not only him, but his boss. For where he worked at the All-Sales Corporation on Michigan Boulevard, he had a boss who was always asking him about his girl friends.
One time he even insisted that he share a particularly beautiful girl he had been going with. Gary knew what bizarre tastes his boss Frank Hardesty had. And he figured that he had better break Debbie Hansen in quickly. That is, if he expected to keep his job.
Looking at his throbbing penis now, she knew what he expected.
"I want you to love this," he told her, "and I don't mean just sticking it in your pussy. I want something more intimate tonight."
It was a lewd, obscene suggestion. She didn't know whether she could go through with it or not. But he was asking so anxiously that she realized how much it meant to him to have his cock sucked.
"You can start sucking on my cock now," he grinned.
Gary gripped one of her hands in his own. He guided her hand to his hardened shaft, wrapping her fingers around it and holding her hand in place. Then he told her what he expected.
She felt the pulsing warmth of it, the throbbing hardness of his shaft as it was being forced on her. At first she shuddered in revulsion and instinctively recoiled.
"I want you to do it," he told her.
Bending over, she let her tongue slide against his penis. His cock jerked involuntarily. She felt it and her impression of it was strange. It seemed almost like a snake.
"I... I can't put my mouth on it," she told him.
"Go ahead, do it," Gary insisted firmly.
Debbie bent over farther. He was forcing her face downward toward the blood-bloated head of his prick, lurching expandingly in the palm of her hand with his passionate need to shoot his load off.
"DAMN IT, SUCK IT," he shouted at her. "YOU'VE GOT TO."
His voice had become mean and angry and demanding. He really wanted to fuck her face. And he was determined he was going to force the issue.
"A lot of women give blow jobs and love it," he told her frankly.
The stunning blonde looked up at him.
"Well, I'm not a lot of women. And I don't like doing that."
He became more angry.
"SUCK ME OFF, OR ELSE," he ordered.
He kept pressing at her head, forcing her mouth down until her lips were almost touching its smooth rubbery head. His lust-incited cock was ready to explode. She knew it and it frightened her. She could see drops of crystal cum forming at its tip.
"JUST LICK IT WITH THE TIP OF YOUR TONGUE," he demanded.
Her tongue swept over his throbbing penis shaft. It wasn't gong to be much longer until it was exploding.
"YES, YES," he exclaimed, "YOU'RE GONNA SUCK IT OFF."
All at once her lips were touching it. She felt it, warm, moist and smooth. It was surprising to her that it was exciting to taste it. The sweet warmth of the seeping droplets of lubricant pleased her. He drove his cock shaft upward as he flexed his hips. The bloated cock head wetly slithered between her lips. Choking and gagging at first, she felt her stomach swirling and churning with nausea.
"THAT'S IT," Gary gasped excitedly. "NOW SUCK IT, BABY."
How could she do anything like this? It was disgusting and horrible. She couldn't do it. yet she struggled desperately in Gary's grasp to free her head, to clear her mouth of his bulbous cock. She jerked and leaned back weakly.
"I... I'm going to be sick," she told him.
"Why, damn it?" he gasped angrily. "Now go ahead and suck my prick off and enjoy it."
"I can't help it," she apologized.
What a disgusting development, he thought to himself.
"My balls ache so bad and I've got to cum. Now, baby, get it off for me."
"I... I'm sorry," she whispered.
"So you're sorry," he told her. "Well, damn it, that doesn't help me any."
"I... I'm sorry," she repeated.
"You can at least jerk me off," he told her.
"What?" she exclaimed, recoiling in revulsion. "I don't know how to do it," she complained.
"Well I'll teach you," he said, holding her hand in place around the throbbing shaft of his cock.
Gripping her hand tightly he began moving it up and down the hard length of his thick prick.
"You do it like this," he explained as he demonstrated what he desired.
She could feel the rock-hard shaft of his penis sliding up and down the palm of her hand. She knew that possibly that would satisfy him and she wouldn't have to give him that awful blow job that he wanted so desperately.
"THAT'S IT," he told her. "PULL ON IT."
This was disgusting. She could see what a fast rhythm he wanted her to develop with her hand. And then he removed his hand from hers, leaving the whole enormous throbbing penis in her small hand.
"Go ahead and do it yourself. Just like that."
His breath was coming short as he panted lightly. He was hard and hot now and wanted her to jerk him off. His hard rod of throbbing maleness more than filled her hand as her fingers couldn't encircle it.
"You're doing it nice," he smiled as she gripped the shaft of his cock and began moving her hand up and down its thick length at the same erotic tempo he had started her with. "OH, YES," he panted, "BEAUTIFUL. TAKE LONGER STROKES. ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE ROOT OF IT. THAT'S IT. UP OVER THE HEAD."
For one wild moment she did as he told her to. And she enjoyed it.
"YES, BABY, YOU'VE GOT THE RHYTHM," he told her. "THAT'S IT. COME ON, DO IT."
She could feel the rock hardness of his massive prick, slipping through her hand. For the first time she realized the power of it.
"YES, YESSS," he told her, "PUMP IT."
It was giving him a great deal of pleasure. She could see it by the lustful expression on his face.
"PUMP IT FASTER," he panted. "OOOHHH, I'M ABOUT READY TO CUM." At that point he couldn't let her get by without satisfying him the way he'd originally intended. He reached out and grabbed her head and forced her down over his huge shaft.
"SUCK IT," he demanded, "SUCK IT."
He came at her so quickly that she was hardly aware of what was happening. All of a sudden he had forced her mouth down over the head of his bulbous shaft.
"LICK IT," he told her, "LICK IT. I'M GONNA CUM IN YOUR MOUTH."
To her utter amazement she didn't loathe it anymore. As a matter of fact, she was enjoying it enormously. She was waiting expectantly for that hot moment when his sperm load would surge in her mouth and she would suck. Desperately she tried to comply with his demand for more speed as she let her mouth slip swiftly up and down the length of his huge, expanding, lurching prick.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, WHAT A COCK SUCKER. YES. I'M ALMOST THERE."
The massively hardened shaft of his cock in her mouth expanded as suddenly his semen was pumped through its hard length, the muscular power so awesome and almost frightening.
"I'M CUMMING," he groaned. "OOOHHH, EAT IT, SUCK IT, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSS, SUCK MY PRICK OFF."
He ejaculated all of his thick creamy cum load in her mouth and she suddenly swallowed and sucked. To her utter amazement she didn't mind the taste of it.
"OHHHH, EAT ME," he panted. "SUCK OFF."
She closed her eyes and swallowed and sucked, savoring the delicious taste of him.
"OHHH, BABY, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I ENJOYED THAT," he panted as she eased her mouth off his slick penile shaft.
Debbie looked up at him in amazement.
"Gary," she told him, "I swallowed your stuff. Oh, I can't believe it. I enjoyed it. You tasted so good."
Gary clutched her closely. Lovingly he wrapped his arms around her, running his fingers through her silky soft blonde hair.
"Baby, you were beautiful," he told her. "Just as I always knew you would be. I just had to bring you out."
It was a particular point of pride for Gary to be able to bring out a girl who normally was shy and reserved when it came to sex. It was a double thrilling conquest with Debbie, who had declared that she believed in old-fashioned morals.
All of a sudden on the edge of her mind, she realized what she had done. Even though she had enjoyed it immensely, it completely conflicted with her moral upbringing.
"I... I'm sorry," she whispered nervously, her eyes looking evasively away from his.
"Damn it, what are you sorry about?" Gary demanded, realizing exactly how her mind was reeling.
"You know what I'm sorry about," she said. "It's indecent. I know it is."
"Who told you so?" Gary asked as he turned her face back to his and his smoldering brown eyes looked into her blue eyes.
"Everybody knows you're not supposed to do things like that," she said as her guilt and shame rose within her.
"That's a lot of crap," he told her. "If two people enjoy something, it's beautiful. I didn't exactly force you. I mean, you wanted it but you were afraid. I had to push you over the edge so you would go through with it."
Nodding, Debbie Hansen agreed that he had pegged her right.
"That's the worst part of it," she said sadly. "Once I got down there around your crotch I did want to lick your balls and suck your prick. I was curious to know what it was like to taste your cum."
Gary smiled.
"I'm glad that you can say that."
"But Eve got curious, too," she reminded him. "Remember that glistening green snake and that glorious green garden?"
"Don't compare my prick to the devil slinking through those trees in that mythical garden, damn it!"
She smiled at him.
"Maybe I am being a child about this. Maybe mature people do try different things."
"You bet your cute ass they do. They have parties, too, where they trade around."
Once more her moral upbringing came into mind.
"I've heard all about those dreadful Roman orgies," she nodded gravely. "Those people were sick. It's awful to think of trading off."
"It's mighty fucking good," he insisted. "There's nothing wrong with people having sex in a round-robin style if they want to. As a matter of fact, I would give anything to have sex with you and another girl. It would be beautiful to have one of you chicks licking my ass while the other sucked off my cock."
Gary had spoken too swiftly. To project innocent Debbie into an orgy setting was too shocking, too depraved for her mind to accept.
"You're a sick animal," she snapped. "I've got to go."
"I'm gonna take you to dinner, baby," he told her. "Let's go to The Drake. It's a beautiful place and you will enjoy it and so will I."
It didn't take them long to shower and get dressed. They went down to the car and drove down North Shore Drive to The Drake.
"Good evening," the head waiter greeted Gary. "And where would you like to sit?"
"I would like a view table overlooking the lake," he smiled.
The accommodating waiter looked over the list of tables and reservations.
"Yes, I guess we can give you a view table," he smiled as he led them to a perfect setting in the ornate dining room.
Over drinks and later during dinner, Gary kept telling Debbie how much he enjoyed being with her.
"But not enough to consider marriage?" she finally blurted.
"Now why did you have to spoil it?" he demanded. "Just when we were enjoying each other, you bring up a negative."
"It's pretty easy to see how you look at the holy institution of marriage," she quipped quickly.
"Holy, my ass," he said angrily.
A very refined and elegant woman who was sitting at a nearby table chanced to overhear his risque comment. Instantly she raised an eyebrow and gave Gary a disconcerting, angry glance. He picked up on her response and smiled as he looked back at Debbie.
"You're a darling," he told her, "and any man in his right mind would be lucky to have you for his charming wife."
"Does that include you?" Debbie demanded. "Of course, my love," he told her. "And when I have arrived at the correct age for marriage, I certainly will consider you carefully."
She almost spit in her coffee as she listened to him make slippery excuses, always sliding out of any concrete marriage arrangement.
"I guess you figure you don't have to get married when there are so many loose women running around," she told him.
"It isn't that," Gary tried to explain as best he could. "But I'm just getting started. I began in sales two years ago and I'm moving up in the company. But I have to watch everything now as I am not that well off. You know how it goes. At first a couple think they can make a go of it with both of them working. They get married and their luck ends and immediately they have a baby. Then there are three people to support and only one working. Not I'm not blaming you, but that's the way it is." She understood all too well what he was talking about.
"Any inconvenience would make you run off. That's because you don't want to assume any responsibility. You want it as easy as you know how for yourself. Well, I understand all too well." She never said another word and they left the restaurant and Gary drove her back to her apartment.
"Give me a buzz next week," he told her, "when you're available. I'll be in South Bend tomorrow, but I'll be back in Chicago on Tuesday."
"Well, don't wait till I call to go out," she told him. "As you might get pretty lonely, honey." Gary got the gist of what she was trying to tell him.
"You know, I don't like you," he snapped. "You give me a good time and then you feel that you have to get a contract or something. Well, baby, I've got news for you. There are loads of nice ladies who will give a man a good time with no strings attached." She countered quickly, "Nice ladies don't have sex without strings attached. They know what they have to peddle and they're not going to let a guy off scot-free who has used them."
"Didn't you enjoy it, too?" he demanded, wondering how she could speak that way when she had been so responsive during their wild love- making encounter.
"That has nothing to do with it," she objected strenuously, "as I simply don't want to be going from one man to the other. Maybe you like the game of musical beds, baby, but this is one gal who doesn't. As a matter of fact I'm a one-man woman. I know you wonderful males figure that you have managed to get us all to act as wild as you do, with your any-old-port-in-a-storm philosophy when it comes to sex. Well, it doesn't work. There are still women among us who like to think of themselves as something special, and not nice erotic toys to be discarded once you've milked them for all they're worth."
Gary burst out laughing.
"You have a divine sense of humor," he told her. "You're all chuckles. As a matter of fact, you would be great on television. You could have a sexual advice clinic, giving the girls tips on how to entertain their men and get what they want at the same time. I'm sure that you would resolve the battle of the sexes... forever."
The laugh and smirk on his face made her so furious she slammed his car door.
"Go to South Bend, baby," she told him, "and when you come back to Chicago don't bother to look me up! I'm starting a new job tomorrow in an office typing pool. I will be transferred from office to office on a short-term basis. So I'll be seeing plenty of men. And I won't need to be thinking of you. I'm confident enough in myself and my physical charms that I'm sure I can locate a man who can be more serious. You're a child. Grow up."
Gary thought her attitude was dreadful. And she thought he was equally impossible.
As she walked down the street to her apartment he shook his head in despair. There was something about this particular woman that did get to him. And not just his balls. He loved her with his heart and his mind as well. And that was the kind that he had trouble getting rid of. For she had become attached to his desires in more ways than one.
Gary gunned the engine, got his car going and said he would obliterate her from his mind. But he wasn't quite sure that he could.
In the meantime, Debbie was sad. She didn't want to tell him to go to hell but she had to. After all, if he was going to use her and then discard her, she was going to suffer. She might as well get out of the picture while the going was still good. If she became any more involved with him she knew it would be difficult to break off their relationship.
CHAPTER THREE
When Debbie went to work the following day at Fidelity State Insurance Company on Michigan Boulevard in downtown Chicago, she made a vow that she would not permit the cruel world of males to get her down. She was frowning as she reflected on her previous night with Gary. He had been very cagey to start slowly and treat her nicely. But when it came to a showdown he was like all the others. He wanted all the sex that he could obtain-with no obligations whatsoever. That represented the ideal way, as far as he was concerned.
It got her angry just thinking about it. However, she had to get these thoughts out of her mind as she'd never be able to go to work and perform.
When she arrived at work, Mary McDonald assigned her to a new office for the day. She went into Harvey Stevens' office and began taking the typing assignments that were presented to her.
Glancing out the window she could see the lake shore. Down below there were people having a ball on the beach. Quickly looking away so that it wouldn't remind her of the previous day when Gary had given her such a tough time, she went back to her work.
She took a lunch break, and that afternoon Mr. Stevens gave her a lot more work to do. Her fingers flew over the keys of the typewriter as she tried to erase from her mind any thoughts about Gary. However, she did love Gary, and it was difficult to forget him. There was something so handsome, so manly about him that she found herself thinking of him even though she knew he would be an impossible person to deal with for very long.
When the day was over and she was leaving the office, a girl friend asked her for a lift.
"I'm not sure I'm going in your direction, Leslie," she told her, "but I'll give you a lift."
"Oh, I just want to catch a bus farther out on Lake Shore Drive," Leslie told her with a smile. "I'm meeting someone tonight and I have to be home earlier than usual."
Leslie was an interesting-looking brunette with limpid brown eyes. She had a voluptuous body and always dressed as if she was on the make for some man. Debbie resented this. She thought her overblown form gave her sufficient sex appeal without dressing as if she was trying to make a big pitch for somebody.
"What do you think of my new outfit?" Leslie smiled, almost as if she was reading Debbie's thoughts.
"Oh, it looks so nice," Debbie said, masking her true feelings.
"Thank you," she replied. "Just a little number I picked up at Marshall Fields at their summer sale last week. You can buy some lovely things at Fields sales."
As they got to talking, Leslie asked her nervously what she thought about pre-marital sex.
"That's a very personal question you're asking me, dear," Debbie told her, "and I guess each person has to decide that for himself. Am I right?"
In the meantime, Debbie's boyfriend Gary was discussing sex with his boss Frank. Frank didn't hesitate to ask him about his girl friend.
"That's quite a nice-looking girl that you showed me a picture of," he told him. "And I guess her name is Debbie...?"
"Yes, that's her name," Gary grinned.
"Hey," he told him, "how about letting me meet her? I mean, you have a way with women and I don't. It would help your job a lot. As a matter of fact, I was thinking of advancing you."
It was evident instantly to Gary what his boss Frank was driving at. If he would supply him with a beautiful woman, he could advance in his job.
However, in this instance Debbie was not going to be easy to deal with. He found it next to impossible to get her defenses down so he could engage in a wild sexual encounter with her the previous day. Now his boss was asking the impossible.
"What do you think of it?" Frank smiled from ear to ear.
"Well, that's not a bad idea," he admitted. "I can mention it to Debbie and see if she would enjoy playing around a little."
"Tell the young lady," he smiled, "that I would make it worth her while. Maybe we could go up to a lake in Wisconsin. You know, on a weekend. You could be there, too. I don't mind sharing." Gary laughed, flashing his dazzling teeth and giving his best smile to the boss.
"How generous of you, Frank," he told him. Frank could see the irony of his statement and burst out laughing.
"When a man gets a little older," he confessed, "he becomes a little bolder about his sexual need. I may be older, but I haven't grown colder. If anything, the fire in my balls has heated up, if you know what I mean. My wife Myrtle simply doesn't accommodate me anymore. As a matter of fact, Myrtle has gone into meditation."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Gary shook his head. "I can imagine she is giving you a very difficult time. That is disgusting. If Myrtle had any common sense she would realize that you have sexual needs like any other normal male."
Frank burst out laughing.
"That's just it," he confessed. "I am not a normal male. I enjoy going down on a nice piece of pussy, and I love to have a girl go down on me. I guess that would put me in the category of someone who likes kinky sex."
Shaking his head, Gary explained to him the latest statistics he had read.
"Wrong," he told him. "That was when you looked at what constituted sexual normalcy last. Nowadays the young people are going down on each other and if they aren't, they're abnormal. That is, if what the majority does is normal and the minority won't do is abnormal. As a matter of fact, eighty to ninety percent of young people today try oral sex."
Frank got to his feet and threw his hands up in delight.
"Normal at last," he exclaimed. "Vindicated. I don't have to worry about going to a shrink when I have a blow job anymore. I don't have to consult my nearest local psychiatrist if I enjoy eating pussy."
Gary smiled again, but told him, "To convince Debbie that she should play along with you will take some doing. I probably would have to lure her."
"I understand," Frank nodded reassuringly. "What you need is bait. And with women bait always includes a little money. In one form or another. Does she like rings? Or would she prefer a little pearl necklace? Something pretty. But I would love to have her for the summer. I like to pick one luscious young lady that I can enjoy for a season."
Smiling, Gary began thinking of an angle. Debbie wanted a marriage. Maybe she could agree to marriage and he could, too, at least for a while. A nice little engagement ring to slip on her finger with the provision that she could give him the break he needed by going to bed with his boss. All of these ideas were hatching in Gary's brain as he listened to Frank speaking of his erotic requirements.
"What do you say?" Frank finally blasted at the end of a series of wild commentaries on what he wanted to do in bed with this beautiful blonde.
"I say I need a little money," Gary explained, "and I can take care of everything. Why don't you advance me, let's say, five or six hundred for a starter?"
Shaking his head, his boss complained.
"No way. I will give you a grand. That ought to get you going. The only thing is this. If you can't convince the luscious young lady to let me sample her sexual favors, I want the money returned."
"You're on," Gary grinned as he watched Frank hastily pull out his check book, open it, and write the large amount.
Handing him the check, he smiled.
"Now I want you to be on your good behavior. Take the girl out and make her think you're crazy about her. Then let her know that if she truly loves you, she will do your bidding. Once she is under your power, bring her to me so I can have her. I know this sounds like a rather bizarre request, but nevertheless, this is my way of enjoying sex. Please help me."
Gary assured him that he would.
"It'll be a pleasure," he told her, "and now I'd better get going. I won't let any grass grow under my feet, I promise you. Thank you so much."
As he left Frank's office he was thinking. Thinking about strategy. It wasn't going to be easy, but then nothing worthwhile ever was. At least he had a grand in his pocket.
He did some downtown shopping in the Loop that night and picked out an engagement ring. With the money that he'd acquired from Frank, he bought it. The diamond that he'd purchased had a flaw that was not visible to the naked eye.
"Nobody's perfect," the jeweler smiled as he gave Gary a good sales talk and Gary went along with him.
"Right on. I'm sure that she won't get out her magnifying glass to check for flaws."
The jeweler shook his head.
"It depends upon the woman," he explained. "Some women who are rather practiced at receiving diamonds have their own glass to check them out with. It's become a business and they're part of our diamond trade."
"She isn't that kind of girl, I can assure you."
"I've heard that before," the jeweler laughed. "Well, good luck. This lovely diamond should help you a lot."
Gary walked down the street. He went to his car, then drove to his apartment and called up Debbie. "Debbie," he began, "I would like to see you." Debbie was amazed to hear from him.
"I thought you were going to be in South Bend?"
"I wrapped up my sales early," he explained, "and drove back to Chicago. And I came home and thought I'd call you. I was thinking about you yesterday."
"So was I," Debbie snapped indignantly, "and I never want a rerun of that sexual escapade."
"Now, baby," Gary told her, "I've been doing some serious thinking."
"So have I," Debbie told him emphatically, "and I think you are a louse. It's all right if you want to play games with people, and maybe musical beds is your idea of fun time. But that's for you, baby, not me."
"You've got me all wrong," he assured her. "Now, sweetheart, you know you enjoyed it and so did I. Why don't we get together and patch things up?"
"There is nothing to patch up," she told him. "It's over. Can't you understand?"
"No," he assured her, "I don't understand anything except that I am passionately fond of you. I've been thinking about you ever since we were together. I'm sorry, I can't help it."
"That's your problem," she said as she hung up on him.
Gary realized he had a difficult situation on his hands. Figuring that it might be better to go over and see her and speak to her in person with the ring, he placed his phone back on its cradle and shook his head in despair and disgust. He decided to take a shower and freshen up a bit and then he figured he would go over. No doubt she would be staying in this evening as he had given her quite a lively workout the previous day.
His guess proved accurate when he went to her apartment and she was in.
"Who's there?" she demanded before she'd open the door.
"A friend of yours," he said in his best voice, putting on a lot of personality for effect.
"That's what you think," she told him. "Get lost."
Gary was not easily put off. He had had women tell him where to head in before and this was not the first time. He was bound and determined that he was going to handle it in his own way.
"Look, baby," he told her, "if you will just unwind a bit we both will get this thing straightened out."
There was something about his voice that caused her to open the door. As she saw him standing there with that look in his eyes, she melted. She observed he was carrying a small package. And she was curious to know what was in it.
"If you'd give me just a minute of your precious time," he told her, "maybe I could explain a few things."
"I'm listening," she said as she looked at him with an angry glare surfacing in her eyes.
"About yesterday," Gary said with a pleasant smile forming on his face, "I got carried away. You were so appealing to me when I saw you lying on the beach there in that bikini that you drove me ape."
"I'm still listening," she said.
"I apologize," he told her. "I shouldn't have forced you to do anything."
"Well, if you put it like that," she hedged, her eyes glancing once more at the small package, her curiosity rising over its contents. She nodded, "Come in." She opened the door for him.
Gary entered and he was certain the battle was won.
"Now don't get any funny ideas 'cause I let you in here, tiger," she told him. "I'm still not convinced that you're sincere. But I will listen to your story."
Gary went over to the sofa and sat down. The large picture window which overlooked the lake afforded an excellent view of the boulevard down below where the traffic seemed to continue endlessly.
"Honey," he told her, "I was all wrong. I guess the old morals hold. When a guy loves a dame like you, he can't pick up with her and then drop her- just like that."
Debbie's eyes opened in amazement. He wasn't talking like the same man.
"What hit you?" she demanded. "You didn't sound like this yesterday."
"When it happens, it happens," he said casually and cagily.
"When... what happens?" she asked suspiciously.
"When a man falls in love with a woman, he knows it. Everything in his world changes."
Gary's eyes lit up and so did hers when he opened the small package and revealed a ring.
"Damn it, you've got to be kidding!" she snapped.
"No," he told her. "It's for real."
"You mean the ring is for real or what you're actually saying?" she demanded.
"Both, sweetheart," he told her as he got to his feet and went over and took her in his arms and passionately kissed her.
This was something that Debbie had never even remotely considered. She had put him off as she didn't want to be bothered by him, but when he came to her claiming great love, she was amused, amazed and even frightened.
CHAPTER FOUR
"I don't know what men usually say in a circumstance like this," he played it smoothly, "as I haven't been there very often myself. But, baby, that's where I am today."
Debbie, who was a young, innocent woman, was perplexed, confused and distraught.
"You're confusing me," she said. "I wasn't thinking of anything serious."
"Well I was," he said emphatically. "I have never experienced anything half as beautiful as our love affair."
"Just because you turn on when I slip into a white bikini doesn't mean it's love. It could mean something else. You know, the usual horny male who is lusty for sex because he hasn't had it for a while."
She was a hard-nosed realist and that pleased him.
"I haven't looked at another woman since we were together," he told her.
"Yeah, and that was only twenty-four hours ago," she reminded him. "And for your information, I have looked at other men."
"I figured that you would," he told her. "You are a stunning woman and you are out in the business world to see if you can make a nest for yourself and some handsome man that you can become serious with."
"Right on," she told him. "I don't want to wind up one of these girls who gives out all the time. There is something despicable and disgusting about a woman who cheapens herself that way. And I'm not that kind, Gary. No matter what you may think. You forced me yesterday to perform acts that I loathe to mention, to say nothing of considering the fact that I performed them."
The intense look in her eyes told Gary what a lot of work he had to do to bring Debbie around to the point where she would agree to have sex with his boss Frank. However, he had managed to engineer other women his way in time. It's just that he knew he was on a time schedule with Debbie and this was troubling him, for his own economic future was intricately involved with whether or not she would succumb to Frank.
"Baby," he whispered, "how can I explain it? Can any man explain it when he finds that one woman who means everything to him?"
Still eyeing him suspiciously she asked him, "Have you been drinking?"
Gary shook his head.
"What have you been smoking?" she asked. "Can you buy those smokes over the counter, honey?"
He laughed.
"I just tried the weed once at a party," he shook his head, "and it made me sleepy. No, baby, it's not booze and it's not drugs or dope. It's straight from my heart."
"As long as it's not straight from your hard-on," she said nervously, "and you haven't gone out and purchased me an imitation diamond so you can get some cheap thrills."
"What a vile comment you've made," Gary said, getting to his feet and picking up the ring swiftly. "If that's the way you're going to act, I'm going. I will not have my love spurned and rejected in this manner."
Realizing that he meant business as he headed for the door, Debbie ran after him.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I really am sorry. I did not mean to cause you any trouble."
"Well, I hope you didn't," he said emphatically. "But I must warn you that I cannot take it when you talk to me like that. I care so much for you that it's like knives going in me. I don't care to have knives slip into my guts by the woman I love." Gary's vivid depiction of what she had allegedly done to him got to her instantly.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," she apologized. "I didn't mean to cause you any trouble. I'm really sorry." Gary smiled at her.
"All right, baby," he told her, "I understand." Soon he had his arms around her.
"You are so beautiful," he told her, "that I dream about you all the time."
"Do you really?" she asked.
"Yes," he told her. "You're the most beautiful blonde in my life. And I am asking you to become engaged to me."
She feared that maybe he was just talking. She hoped that he wouldn't have an engagement for a brief time then break it and ask for the ring back. Maybe he used the ring to bring women to him. There was a shadow of tainted morality hanging over him that bothered her. She was waging a desperate battle within herself to retain her honor and reputation and yet have him.
"What are you thinking about?" he demanded. She frowned thoughtfully and told him.
"You wouldn't go so far as to play games with me now, would you?"
"No way," he told her. "I do adore you. I can't help it that my heart gets confused with my sexual feelings toward you, but I guess that's only natural when a man loves a woman."
"That's true," she smiled. "It's only natural." He looked at her lustfully.
"Let's go to bed now," he told her.
"You always think you're missing the boat if you don't go to bed. Don't you know how to love a woman and satisfy her just talking?"
"Sure, baby," he told her, "but sweet talk would be beautiful, too. You know, passionate, hot love with no holds barred. Let's make it more erotic than the last time. You're so beautiful, I'm crazy about you."
Unconsciously she feared him. Even though he was giving her a ring, asking for her hand in marriage, she was certain that he had some far-fetched ideas whirling around in his mind. She couldn't quite put her finger on it.
"When two people love each other," he told her, "the only thing that matters is expressing it." At this moment the only thing that she cared about was expressing it to him.
"Yes, baby. I want to express it to you, too." The sad look on her face was the only way that he could describe her feelings. For she was confused and frustrated, and yet passionately eager to have something to do with him.
They went into the bedroom and once again undressed. She slipped off to the bathroom and took a relaxing shower. Then she returned, using a delicate cologne all over her body. She brushed her shimmering blonde hair while he took a shower, too. When he came out of the shower he appraised her loveliness that reflected back to him from the mirror.
"You're so beautiful," he told her, "that any man would find it a great honor to love you all over."
"Oh, it's true, Gary," she gushed. "You do care for me. I've waited for a man who would do the right thing. I suppose we're supposed to wait until we're married to carry on like this."
"We'll get married," he assured her. "That's why I got the ring. I wanted to do it in the right sequence."
Even the thought of having sex before marriage bothered her.
"But we should get married first. I mean, we're doing it ass backwards, baby."
He shook his head. His eyes swept over her luscious curves and the appealing mounds of her body.
"Get on the bed," he told her.
"I knew you wanted sex tonight," she smiled. "Yeah," he said. "I'm in the mood."
His throbbing penis lurched from his loins. His eyes kindled with interest as she stretched out on her back and let her hands reach down to her beaded, moist, fur-trimmed triangle.
He wasted no time now.
"BABY," he told her, "I WANT TO LICK YOU ALL OVER."
He hovered over her and began his lovemaking. His tongue licked along her breasts. And then he pressed his hot tongue to her mouth. She opened her lips and his tongue was inserted. She flicked her own tongue out, circling his lips.
"OOOHHH, BABY," he gasped, "IS LIFE EVER GONNA BE BEATUIFUL WHEN WE'RE LOVING EACH OTHER."
His hands groped down between her vagina. His hard, clumsy finger forced its way into her cuntal slit at the top, searching for her clitoris. Finding the shaft of it, he rubbed it vigorously.
"Are you enjoying it?"
Debbie knew it was hopeless to try to answer him. It wasn't so much that she had no interest in having sex with him, but it was that she somehow felt guilty.
"Your clit isn't getting hard," he observed.
"It would if you didn't rub at it so intensely," she explained.
Gary figured he should try to arouse her more slowly. Gently he let his finger rub back and forth over her pussy.
"OOOHHH, THAT FEELS BETTER," she whispered. "I LOVE IT."
He wasted no time. Slowly he eased his way down between her legs. He licked her inner thighs. Holding her ass cheeks up in the air he let his tongue slide around her ass crack.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," she groaned as her body writhed and twisted, "I LOVE IT. YES, YESSSSS. KEEP IT UP."
Stimulating waves of pleasure shot through her loins. Soon she was pumping her pussy to his lips. She never dreamt she could do this. But she loved it.
"OOOHHH, EAT IT," she panted excitedly. "OHHHH, BABY, LICK ME THERE."
Gary was doing his best to eat her pussy. He had to make her like it. For he knew very well what his boss was going to expect. And he vowed that he was going to get her prepared so she could give Frank Hardesty the wildest time of his life.
"OOOHHH, YES, YESSSSS," she panted as she reached down to grip his head.
She grabbed a handful of his hair as she forced him there. He sucked, tasting her. His tongue flipped back and forth across her clit. His teeth bore down and gently nibbled her passionately.
"YES, YES," she cried, "JUST LIKE THAT. I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, HOW I LOVE IT."
Waves of stormy pleasure swept over her. She had never known anything quite so stimulating, quite so arousing. Soon she was pressing her hot inner thighs against his feverish face as he sucked on her hungrily. His finger was inserted in her asshole and his tongue kept whirling around inside of her pussy. She was going to arrive at a scorching climax quickly.
When he had finished sucking her, he knew what he wanted her to do. He had to get her so used to this that she would desire it.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "I enjoyed you so much. Now I want you to love me like that. I want you to use your mouth on it."
She knew what he desired. Debbie let her lips travel from his waist down to his crotch. He gripped his throbbingly erect penis and her tongue curled around inside of her mouth to run in a circle all around the smooth, satin-like corona of his cock.
"COME ON, BABY," he gasped in a passionate frenzy, "YES, I LOVE IT."
He reached down to grip her head and let her thrill him.
"OOOHHH, KEEP IT UP," he told her. "OHHH, BABY, I'M GONNA SHOW YOU WHAT YOU'VE BEEN MISSING. OOOHHH, COME ON, SWALLOW IT."
She enjoyed kneeling over his crotch. She liked having her mouth on his prick. He rammed it to her and almost choked her with all of his cock meat.
"YES, BABY," he told her, "SUCK IT."
The lurching shaft of his stimulated, powerful penis was guided into her mouth and now was slipping down her throat. She couldn't resist the delicious pleasure that she felt. The head of his cock pressed to the back of her quivering throat. He flexed his hips and began shoving. Inch by inch he forced it deep into her mouth. She groaned and sucked, her eyes brimming with tears of pleasure.
"YES, YESSSS," he groaned, "SUCK IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHH, SUCK IT, SUUUUUUCK IIIIITT."
It was wild. It was dirty sex, the kind of things that whores are always wanting to do, she knew. But suddenly it didn't matter anymore. All that she knew was that she was enjoying it. And she was going to enjoy it all the way.
"YES, BABY, YES," he panted fervently, "SUCK MY PRICK. SUCK MY PRICK OFF." She strangely hated what he was calling out. Yet she loved what she was doing. It was this emotional conflict that tugged at her consciousness.
Reaching down, he gripped her head. He pumped in rhythm to her mouth-sucking movements.
"OOOOHHH, EAT ME," he exclaimed. "SUCK IT."
She could feel his rock-hard cock shaft expand lurchingly a couple of times before he ground it back and forth in short, jerky thrusts. He was beginning to fuck in and out of her clasping lips with erotic desire, bent on fulfilling his sexual needs.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, YES, BABY, YES," he panted as he drove it to her like a madman. "SUCK ME, OOOHHH, SUCK ME!"
She couldn't erase from her memory the thought that she'd been told this was wrong. Yet her own instinctual desires drove her on as her head bobbed up and down on his thrusting penis.
"OOOHHH, YOU'VE GOT SUCH NICE TITS," he told her. "WHEN YOU GO UP AND DOWN ON MY PRICK I CAN SEE THEM JIGGLING. THEY'RE BEAUTIFUL. AND I LOVE YOUR ROUND ASS, BABY. OOOHHH, YOU'VE GOT GOOD LEGS, TOO. OOOHHH, COME ON, COCK EATER, SUCK IT, SUCK IT."
The sexy roll of his hips and buttocks as he pumped it to her stimulated her. Her hands gripped his ass cheeks and squeezed.
"FINGER MY ASS WHILE YOU SUCK OFF MY PRICK," he begged her.
Letting her index finger slip between his ass crack, she slowly inserted it into his tight anus.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES," he groaned in a sensual lament as he thrust it to her with all of his might.
Debbie loved the feel of his balls slapping against her face as he fucked with vigor and delight. A few more determined thrusts and he would explode his load.
"OHHHH, EAT IT," he panted as he shoved it to her. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES."
Flashing memories of her high school boyfriend who tried to get her to go down on him came into her mind. She thought about that night at the drive-in when he'd unzipped his fly and pulled out his horrible big prick. It almost created a gagging nausea within her mind, causing her to blush as she thought about it. She'd become so angry at such an embarrassing suggestion that she had pulled away from the boy who was trying to force her down.
She got out of his car, raced out of the drive-in theater, and ran home weeping.
"SUCK ME OFF," Gary murmured eagerly. "OOOHHH, SUCK MY PRICK OFF."
The problem was that she wasn't gagging now. She was doing it and loving it.
"EAT IT," he gasped as he drove it down her throat.
He was sexually obsessed. And this was adding to his pleasure.
"OOOHHH, COME ON, BABY," he urged, "ALL THE WAY. THAT'S WHAT I LIKE. NOW YOU'RE DOING IT. SUCK IT OFF."
She was relaxing, enjoying it more every moment. She was surprised how much cock she could get in her mouth.
"KEEP FINGER FUCKING MY ASS," he exclaimed.
It surprised her that he could call upon her to perform every kind of embarrassing act with no shame or guilt feelings whatsoever. He grabbed her head and groaned as he determinedly pistoned his slick prick in and out of her mouth.
"When it happens, honey," he warned her, "swallow it. I want you to suck every damned drop out of the end of my dick."
He'd gotten his message across. She was sucking smoothly, determinedly.
"OOOHHH, EAT IT, EAT IT," he panted as he pumped it to her. "OHHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES, SUCK OFF. COME ON, SUCK IT OFF, SUCK IT OOOOOFFFFF!"
With determination her head continued bobbing up and down on his rigid, long prick.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES, EAT ME, EAT ME."
His cock was aching and his balls were ready to explode. Gary's head rolled from side to side as she went on sucking him with frantic slurping sounds emanating from her mouth.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES. EAT IT!"
Hot white sperm exploded gushingly from his prick head as he came.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES. SUCK IT OFF. SUCK MY PRICK OFF."
Withdrawing her finger from his tight anus, she let the palm of her hand press against his balls. She could feel the sperm shooting through the underside of his huge prick shaft.
"OOOHHH, EAT IT," Gary groaned in wanton sensual abandon. "OOOHHH, EVERY DROP OF IT. SWALLOW ME. YES, YESSSS, SWALLOW MY JUICE."
Part of Debbie was feeling humiliated and sick and hurt and insulted. But there was another side of her that drove her on as she milked his prick with her mouth. She couldn't get enough of it. She swallowed, thrilling to every delicious drop of his big penis outpourings.
Finally he released his hands from her head. He lay back, his body relaxing, his cock becoming flaccid as he finished shooting his sperm from his prick tip.
"Oh, baby, you really know how to give a super blow job," he told her.
Even though she felt the act wasn't respectable enough, she was pleased that she had satisfied him. That was what she wanted to do.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, darling," she whispered as she sensuously crawled up beside him. Debbie let one leg dangle over his leg.
"You know how to make love, honey," he told her. "Any man would love the way you do it." He was deliberately planting the seed that another man would appreciate what she had done. He knew he had to work fast if he was going to please his boss Frank Hardesty.
"But I don't want any other man but you, baby," she whimpered lovingly.
"Of course, my love," he said, "and I want no other woman but you. You're so beautiful. You know how much I care for you."
"I think I do, darling," she said, still not certain that he was leveling with her.
"Don't you trust me?" he demanded with an angry expression clouding his face.
"I'm sorry," she apologized rapidly. "I didn't mean anything by it. I guess my nature is overly suspicious. I love you. You've been so good to me. I will do anything to make you happy. I will do everything to make you happy."
Lovingly he wrapped his arms around her. It was apparent to him that she was sincere.
"I love you, Debbie," he whispered softly, his hot breath coming as a caress across her delicate, beautifully-sculpted features.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was not easy for Gary to go to work the following day and talk to his boss, for he knew very well what would be on his mind.
After hurrying during the morning to get his sales telephone work done, his boss called out to him.
"Let's have lunch together, Gary," he suggested.
Gary agreed. Over lunch the two men talked about strategy to get together with Debbie.
"I did as you told me," he told him. "I gave her the ring."
"Marvelous," Frank exclaimed. "I'm sure the two of you will be very happy. And I might add I'm sure the three of us will be. When do you think you can arrange our little get-together?"
"Come off it," Gary said. "It's not going to be that easy now that we are engaged.
"Don't worry about it," he insisted. "I can handle everything. What it requires is for you to use a little imagination."
"Imagination, my ass," he quipped quickly. "It's not gonna be easy to convince a girl that she should do anything I ask her. After all, I have got her emotionally attached to me. Now you're asking me to go out and suggest an orgy."
Frank Hardesty looked at His employee with utter disgust and disdain.
"Where does your loyalty lie?" he snapped indignantly. "Yesterday you said that you could work everything out if you had an advance. I've given you the money to start the ball rolling. Now don't tell me I threw my money away."
Realizing that he had better quickly agree that he could accomplish what his boss expected, Gary nodded.
"It won't be any problem," he told him. "Just a matter of planning and strategy. Just relax."
"I certainly hope that you mean what you're saying this time," Frank snapped.
He knew very well it was going to be a very difficult thing to convince Debbie to play along with his scheme. He could bend her to his will to do his bidding if he was cagey. But that was not going to be easy.
Hurrying back to his office with his boss, he reassured him everything would work out.
"I'm sure it will, if you care to continue working here," Frank snapped indignantly. "But the problem is... when?"
"I'll make it as soon as I know how," Gary told him.
All that afternoon as Gary went about his work, he was worried and concerned. He knew what lay ahead of him. He would have to launch a big propaganda campaign to convince Debbie that she should have sex with another man.
That evening Gary figured he would use an old device that he'd used before. Whenever he could get a girl to do his bidding everything went smoothly. Perhaps if he could give her some hypnotic suggestions that would help.
That evening after dinner, he told her how much she meant to him.
"Debbie, I find it difficult to put into words what I feel for you."
Bright-eyed Debbie looked at him as a delighted smile formed on her face.
"I can't tell you how nice it is to hear you talk like that to me, Gary."
"The important thing," he told her, "is that we're always honest with each other."
"I couldn't agree more," Debbie assured him. "As a matter of fact, I think we should discuss our relationship."
Debbie was looking at the engagement ring which sparkled on her finger.
"You like that, don't you?" he smiled.
"Yes, because it's the symbol of what we feel for each other," she explained.
"I would do anything for you," Gary said, beginning his descent into using hypnotic techniques to bend her will to his bidding.
"And I would do anything for you, darling," she assured him.
Smiling, he nodded. Looking directly into her eyes with a hypnotic gaze, he told her, "You would do my bidding because you know whatever I would suggest would be the best for both of us."
"Yes, darling," she told him. "Anything you say."
Gary knew he had her now.
"It sounds like music to my ears," he said in a soft monotone voice, deliberately making a deep groove in her subconscious.
"Yes, darling, anything. Just so we can communicate like this always, so openly, so honestly." He smiled as he looked at her.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "sometimes it is so difficult for me to put into my mind what I feel for you. For example, I want to show you to the world as my love. As a matter of fact, my boss suggested that we get together at his place for dinner next Saturday night. I didn't know what to tell him." A happy expression wreathed her face as she told him quickly, "You should have accepted his dinner invitation. I would love to go with you, Gary."
"I couldn't accept it at all until I knew that it would make you happy," he told her.
"You're so adorable," she said, holding him close to her and kissing him passionately.
"I'm glad you appreciate me," he told her, "because I think the world of you."
Pressing his hot lips against hers once more, he deliberately didn't go further. For Gary was reasoning that if he tried for sex too often with her, it might become a turn-off. Better to let her think he was a man of great restraint.
Glancing at his watch a short time later, he said, "I've got to go now. And tomorrow I won't be able to drop by as I'll be out of town again. I'm going to Milwaukee."
"I wish I could go with you on some of those trips," she said. "I get so tired of working at my job. They keep transferring me."
"Oh, that's right," he told her. "You work with that insurance office typing pool and I guess you never know where you're going to be from day to day."
"Damn it, that's the way it is," she shrugged. Gary got to his feet and told her he had to get going as he had an early morning appointment in Milwaukee which would make it necessary for him to get up at the crack of dawn.
After kissing her good-bye he walked down the hall and outside to his car. And all the while he was thinking. Thinking about how smoothly he would be able to pull this off, providing he could give her something in her drink. That's all that he needed to do. He had the message implanted in her subconscious that she should do anything he wanted her to. However, to make certain that her will would bend to his, a potion in her drink would add to that assurance.
The next morning he hurried on his way to Milwaukee. When he got back to his office in the Loop that night, his boss wanted to talk to him. "How did it go?" Frank smiled.
"Once more, I sold them on our company's most extensive range of home video cassettes," he assured him. "The invoice total is a mighty impressive figure."
Glancing over the papers involved in the transaction, Frank nodded and smiled in a pleased manner.
"Congratulations on your good work," he told him. "I can see that you put a lot of effort into landing this account. You certainly have shown yourself proud."
Frank was pleased with his employee. Gary was equally proud of having landed such a lucrative account. However, Gary was haunted by his own troubling, distracting fears. Fears that he would not be able to get Debbie to do as Frank might want her to.
"How are you coming convincing your girl friend that she ought to meet me?"
"Not bad," he said as he pulled up a black leather chair and sat in front of Frank's large ornate desk.
"Tell me... when are we gonna get together?"
"This will be a step-by-step operation," he explained. "We don't want to rush things. I think the smart way to play the game is for us to have dinner together at your place. I haven't told her what you have in mind, but if we play it by ear I'm certain that I can convince her that she should give my best friend and boss a good time. I'll have to tell her that so she thinks we're very close."
Frank burst out laughing.
"Oh, yes," he agreed, "you are indeed my best friend. That is, if you get her to give me what I want."
"It'll all work out," he reassured Frank.
When he got to his apartment at night and called up Debbie, he was pleased to see that she was still in that ecstatic frame of mind that she had been when he'd left her.
"Honey, it's so nice talking to you," he told her. "I can hardly wait to see you tonight at dinner."
"Where are we going to go to dinner tonight?" she asked him.
"How about that spaghetti house over on the near North Side?" he asked.
"Oh, that old Italian restaurant," she said. "I would love to go there."
After they hung up, Gary got dressed and hurried over to her apartment. He picked her up and they went to the quaint Italian restaurant.
"Oh, they do have the best food here," she said over candlelight.
As they were served wine, Debbie asked if he had accepted the invitation of his boss for dinner the following Saturday night.
"Yes, I did accept for the both of us," he told her. "I hope you don't mind."
"Mind?" she asked. "I'd be disappointed if you didn't. We'll have a ball."
Following dinner he drove her home. Again he made it a point to only kiss her and act very reserved.
"You're marvelous," she told him. "You know that, don't you?"
He smiled warmly.
"And you're my beautiful, honey-haired blonde," he told her, "and I love you with everything that is in me."
Laying it on so thick he worried for a moment. He wondered if she might think he was coming on too strong.
"I'm crazy about you," she told him, "and I hate to say good-bye."
Immediately Gary knew that Debbie was hinting that maybe she wanted him to stay. However, he was afraid. If he ever started staying overnight he might get her so sexed up and get himself so worked up both of them would be missing work.
"Someday that will be possible, darling," he told her. "But right now I've got to get to bed. I got up early to go to Milwaukee and I'm rather tired."
"That's the way it is," she smiled. "You have to make compromises when you want to climb the ladder of success."
They kissed tenderly and parted.
Saturday night arrived and Gary went to pick up Debbie at her apartment.
"Oh, I can hardly wait to meet your boss," she told him, "and tell him what a good man you are. I want to impress him so much that he will give you a promotion."
"Honey, I think I can get my own promotions," he told her.
"Of course you can," she agreed, "but it never hurts when a girl friend speaks a good word. You know, men are emotional. And they always respond to me."
"That's true," Gary said.
Silently he was thinking. Here she was trying to speak a good word in his behalf. If she only knew what he was up to she would hate him. For a moment he felt a tinge of guilt. Then he thought it over and erased any guilt that he felt. After all, she was going to learn the hard way that she shouldn't take everything a man told her as true. Perhaps he could consider himself simply as a teacher of the game of life. In that context he was doing a great service for her. When she woke up after she'd been used awhile she would recognize exactly what life was about. And she might not believe anybody quite as easily again. She was sex obsessed, he thought to himself, or she wouldn't have given in that quickly anyway.
When they arrived at Frank Hardesty's home in Glencoe, she was impressed.
"Wow, this guy really lives!" she exclaimed as she saw the two-story older Victorian style home.
"They do have some nice places out here, don't they?"
"That's the way we've got to live some day," she quipped quickly. "One of these old mansions. I took a course in decorating college and I know just what to do when it comes to redecorating an older house."
"That's nice," Gary said, gulping nervously as he thought about the fact that he was playing a charade.
When they got into the house Frank Hardesty was polite and courteous.
"I'm so happy to meet you," he told her. "Could the maid bring you something to drink?"
"Oh, that sounds nice," Debbie nodded. "It is a rather hot day today."
After the maid had fixed her drink, Gary deliberately diverted her attention to the fireplace screen. While she was looking at the brass fireplace screen, he slipped something into her drink.
Frank noticed this and almost burst out laughing.
"So what's funny about that fireplace screen?" she asked.
She turned around and Gary was grinning.
"Nothing, my love," he told her. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Frank suggested that they could adjourn to the dining room.
The maid served a lovely meal. The tall white tapers at the table were held in tall silver candlesticks. The soft music that played during their dining added to their pleasure. The food was indeed fantastic, indicating the maid was also a superb cook.
"Oh, it's so good," Debbie told Frank.
After dinner when they were all seated, Frank suggested that it was rather warm.
"I hadn't noticed," Debbie said.
"Maybe you'd like another drink," he urged.
"No, I don't think I need one," she said.
Gary knew it was important that he slip her something in her drink again and suggested, "Well, I'm gonna have one so why not have another one, darling?"
Reluctantly, she agreed. When Frank had poured the drinks and brought them over, again Gary distracted her. After he had slipped something into her drink, he felt more confident than ever that he could get her to do his bidding in bed.
"You know, it is rather hot in here," she observed.
"If I was at my colony," Frank chuckled, "I would simply strip. I guess Gary hasn't told you that I belong to a nudist colony."
"Why, no," she smiled. "Gary never mentioned it. Tell me, how do you find it in a nudist colony? I mean, is it embarrassing?"
Frank shook his head.
"Not in the least," he assured her. "As a matter of fact, I look upon the body as something beautiful, something to be admired. It shouldn't simply be an object of lust as it is in so many crude people."
"You can talk about those crude people some more," she said. "I've been around plenty of them. As a matter of fact, that's why I'm in love with Gary. He is a gentle, understanding man with lots of class and dignity."
It was all Frank could do to keep from laughing. He knew Gary was a lecherous salesman who'd used his sales pitch on many a woman to get her in bed and cause her to want to do the most dreadful things he could imagine to his body to please him.
"As a matter of fact," Gary joked, "we could all undress and relax sitting right here and looking out in Frank's backyard. It's lovely seeing that beautiful pool illuminated at night."
She smiled.
"What a gorgeous swimming pool," she observed casually.
"Are you gonna take your clothes off and have a dip?" Frank asked.
It was a rather humid, sticky night in Chicago and the idea of a swim appealed to Debbie.
"But I don't have my swim suit with me," she said, reminding herself as well as the two men.
"You don't need one," Gary said coaxingly. "Frank is used to seeing people running around in the buff, baby. Go ahead."
She burst out laughing.
"You've got to be kidding," she quipped. "Do you expect me to take everything off, every stitch of clothing?"
"There is nothing more beautiful than the human body," Frank smiled in a saintly manner. "That is why I always consider it a delight to behold."
The drink was taking the effect that Gary had intended. Her morals were loosening and she was willing to do almost anything.
"I guess nobody could see over here," she said, giving it some thought. "And Gary wouldn't be embarrassed, or would you, Gary?"
"No way," Gary grinned. "As a matter of fact, I think a refreshing skinny-dipping session in the pool would do us all a world of good."
"Well... if you say so," Debbie finally smiled, as a strange rush of heat coursed through her beautiful young body.
CHAPTER SIX
They all removed their clothes and at first Debbie did so easily. However, when she saw Frank easing out of his shorts and observed the fact that he had an enormous hard-on, she wondered if she hadn't made a very dangerous decision.
"Let's have a wonderful time," Frank smiled as he headed for the pool.
She observed his throbbing, long cock as he strode in a rather stiff-legged manner out to the swimming pool.
Looking at Gary, she shrugged.
"I don't know whether we should do this or not."
"Don't worry about it," he told her. "There's nothing wrong in enjoying each other's company, even if we are undressed."
In spite of what he said, she felt nervous.
"It isn't right," she insisted, "for me to let him. see what I have."
She had removed her brassiere and suddenly covered her breasts with her hands.
"Don't be ridiculous, dear," he told her. "Frank has seen it all before."
Finally she pulled her hands from her breasts and reached down to tug off her panties. When she was completely naked she strode nervously out to the swimming pool. The night air was indeed perfect. A swim would be a marvelous way to refreshingly cool off. She jumped in the water and swam to the deep end. She turned around and swam back. After four lengths she pulled out and sat at the edge of the pool. She drew her knees up so her private genitals would not be easy to see. However, that was exactly what Frank wanted to see.
"What are you hiding?" he asked as he pulled out of the water and sat down beside her.
"Nothing," she told him. "I just feel funny being naked in front of a man I just met."
"You're old-fashioned," he told her. "People nowadays have gone beyond thinking that way about their bodies. Why don't you let me see what you have that you're hiding?"
Giggling, she parted her legs. That was all that Frank had to see. When he caught sight of her blonde pubic curly hair he felt his cock lengthening and his balls tingling with lusty desire.
"Wow," he exclaimed, "you've got it, honey, Why don't you let me see it up in my bedroom?" She began laughing.
"Gary, he's awful. You're not gonna let Frank look at me in his bedroom, are you?"
It was an awkward situation for Gary. He knew that she wanted him to agree with her that it was wrong. After all, he was playing the role of a man who was engaged to her. And for him to agree would certainly look a bit strange.
"Honey, if you want to let Frank see your beautiful body, I won't object. It's up to you." That got her so angry that she decided she would make Gary jealous.
"All right, Frank," she said in a syrupy tone, masking her inner turmoil and disgust over the fact that Gary had not immediately said he wouldn't go along with this.
She followed up the stairs right behind Frank. "Wonderful," Frank smiled. "You ought to have been pretty good at track. Did you ever win any contests running to men's bedrooms?"
She was so angry she played along with the gag. "All the time," she laughed.
When she was finally in the bedroom, she stretched out naked on the bed. She glared at Gary. Gary was pleased. By using a little strategy and psychology he had gotten her into the vulnerable position that he wanted her to be in.
"Now, baby," she told Frank, "what do you want to do? Are you a tongue man?"
Frank gulped with delight.
"Wow!" he told her. "You are apparently obsessed with sex. You have a desire for me, my dear, and I want to please you."
What in the world was she doing? she asked herself. Was she putting on an act or had he been fooled? Gary wondered. This was exactly what she wanted him to wonder.
"Do you know how to use your tongue?" she smiled.
"You bet I do," he told her as he got on the bed, crouched over her crotch and quickly went to work flipping his tongue back and forth across her beaded, moist pussy.
"Oh, your tongue tickles," she giggled coyly as she spread her legs.
She even aided him. Slipping her hands under her buttocks, she parted her legs even farther.
"Get in there, tiger," she told him, "and prove to me what you can do with that tongue of yours." His tongue surged inside of her. He flipped it back and forth across her clitoris and then his teeth began nibbling.
"OOOHHH," she panted passionately, "OOOOHHH, HOW I LOVE IT."
Tears of desperation flowed down her reddened cheeks. She was beginning to feel the complete and utter helplessness of her situation. She was crying out of hate for Gary, lusting and fearing what was going to happen next.
Gary sat down on the edge of the bed and watched.
"GO, TIGER, GO," he told Frank.
She could hardly believe her ears. Gary was supposed to be jealous. But instead, he seemed to be delighting in the erotic sight that was taking place. Lightly he caressed the narrow slit of her labia with his tongue tip.
"OOOHHH, FRANK," she exclaimed, "IT'S BEAUTIFUL."
Goose bumps surfaced on her body with the excitement that he was producing in her loins. Pumping her hips forward, she ground her pussy in his face.
"OOOHHH, EAT ME, EAT ME," she panted. "SUCK MY CUNT CLEAN."
Frank was disgusted. He thought she was a hard catch. Instead she was turning out to be a bold babe who knew how to beg for it. She locked her legs over his shoulders and ground her pussy up. All the while Frank was thinking about the money that he'd wasted to break down her defenses. She didn't require much of a defense breakdown after all. And his money was down the drain.
Momentarily pulling his tongue away from her pussy, he looked at her quivering, moist cunt.
"What the fuck did you stop for, tiger?" she asked in a low, husky voice.
For all the world she sounded like a slut. Glancing over at Gary, she could see him wilting.
"What's wrong, honey? Don't you like seconds?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye.
"Sure, babe," he told her. "Enjoy yourself."
"I am," she smiled. "Why don't you get underneath me and lick my asshole while he sucks my pussy?"
Frank's jaw hung slack. Glancing at his friend and employee, he shook his head.
"I thought you said this babe hadn't been around much. She's such a turned-on sexpot you have to hold her back."
This pleased Debbie. She had performed magnificently.
"What's wrong, love?" she smiled as she patted her buttocks. "Get down there and start licking."
Frank felt that he had really gotten his ass bitten in the deal and he thought that it was delightful that she was making such an obscene, lewd suggestion to him. He should get down there and lick her ass while he sucked her pussy clean.
"You heard the lady," Frank grinned.
Gary nodded.
"Anything to please," he said as he angled himself on the bed so that he was beneath her.
He licked on her asshole while his boss ate her pussy.
"You're not doing it good enough, honey," Debbie told him.
Gary knew what she expected. Her twitching ass was wiggling all over the place and his sliding tongue wasn't going anywhere. Stiffening his tongue he plunged it right up her rectum.
Now he was giving her the kind of wild action that she desired, and Frank was eating out her cunt.
"OOOHHH, FRANK, BABY," she groaned, "I LOVE IT WHEN YOU DO THAT. OOOHHH, TO THE RIGHT. TO THE LEFT. YES, YES."
Her entire body was on fire to be fucked. She'd never known anything quite so stimulating, quite so arousing, as what was happening to her now. "OHHHHH, I CAN'T STAND IT," she cried. It was a fantastic sensation to have her ass sucked and her pussy eaten at the same time. Frank loved it. The sheer depravity of it pleased him. If there was anything he liked it was to see a woman squirming under his domination, and his tongue was dominating her now. His hot hands clasped her silky smooth ass cheeks. He pulled her cunt tighter to his lips. Loud sucking noises emanated from his mouth.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES. SUCK ME, SUCK MEEEE."
Her sizzling pussy was ready to explode. She whimpered as the thrills shot through her body.
"AAAHHH, OOOHHHH," she groaned, "I'M CUMMING. SUCK ME, SUCK MY PUSSY. SUCK MY ASSHOLE."
Never before had she felt so alive. She was possessed by sex.
"TONGUE FUCK MY ASS," she cried out. "YES, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT."
Gary could feel his tongue caught in the rubbery grip of her rectum. To his amazement there was something stimulating and arousing about being where her genital heat was building like this. He went on invading her asshole with his tongue, enjoying every animalish moment of it.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES. KEEP IT UP."
She whimpered as she gushed. Frank sucked her pussy noisily.
When he pulled his tongue from her moist, slippery cunt hole, he looked at her.
"You're a beautiful girl," he told her.
He looked at her milk white thighs. Her long, tapering legs were so lovely. Gary slipped his tongue from her asshole and rolled over on the bed. Frank was pleased. He had managed to dominate them with his ravenous passion and do with their naked bodies as he pleased. There was a cruel side to him and he knew it.
"I think we should have a drink," he suggested, "to celebrate our wild erotic encounter."
"Yes, yes, we need a drink now," Debbie cried out. "That would be beautiful."
They wasted no time now. Going downstairs stark naked, they paid no attention to the maid who was cleaning things up in the kitchen. They drank noisily at the bar and the maid never came out to see them.
"You're beautiful, Frank," Debbie said, deliberately trying to get Gary jealous.
"What are you trying to do?" Gary asked. "Break our engagement?"
For a moment Frank thought it might be interesting to tell her that the engagement was a fraud. To explain to her how he had staged it so Gary could pull this beautiful blonde body of her to his lair. However, he thought it might be better to remain silent.
"I wonder," he asked Debbie, "if you have ever been sodomized?"
Debbie gulped her drink nervously.
"What did you say?" she asked him hesitantly. "Has anyone ever fucked your ass?"
"Isn't that rather sick?" she shot back.
"Now that you mention it, I guess it is," he chuckled. "But I don't think about it. Then it isn't so sick. Am I right?"
She was silent for a long moment.
"Let's go back to the bedroom," he suggested. Debbie Hansen was caught between her own anger at Gary for bringing her into such a situation and angry with herself. She had been brought up differently and knew better, but trapped into this lustful moment, there was no way out.
"Why of course," she agreed.
They went upstairs and Frank had some pictures he wanted to show her.
"Men get excited by different things," he smiled as he began thumbing through a series of bold pictures of naked men and women having sex.
"I can't understand why men like to look at dirty pictures," she snapped.
Frank sipped his drink and placed it down on a white marble-topped table, and picked up some more photographs.
"Now there's a beautiful picture," he observed. "You see that lovely naked girl. Her breasts are being sucked by one woman, and as she bends over, another lovely lady is spreading her pussy lips for her to lick."
Shaking her head, Debbie didn't hesitate to tell him what she thought of the women involved.
"They're not ladies," she snapped angrily. "They're sluts. Anybody can tell that."
He laughed.
"That is not wrong," he insisted. "As a matter of fact, it's simply a way of enjoying oneself. So why don't you look at some other photographs and get some ideas about what people do in other countries."
The next photo showed a man standing with only his shirt on. His throbbing penis was being shoved into a kneeling woman's mouth.
The blonde woman with long hair was clothed. She was clutching the man's ass cheeks as she pulled his prick to her lips.
"Isn't that a lovely study in oral sex?" he grinned.
"It's really quite distasteful," she shook her head.
"Funny you would use that word," Frank observed as Gary came over to look at the photographs, too. 'This woman apparently finds it tasty. And you call it distasteful. My dear, there is something beautiful about cock sucking. It's the taste of the seed. Now, for example, my seed has one taste and Gary's has another. I think it would be a beautiful experience for you to see which taste you prefer."
Gary didn't find that amusing.
"What a disgusting taste test you're suggesting," he told Frank.
Frank only threw his head back and laughed raucously.
"What am I dealing with? A bunch of Puritans?" he shot back. "I thought I was dealing with adults who had their sex drives under control. Apparently, I'm dealing with children. How absurd that you would look at it that way. I think it's very beautiful that this girl enjoys sucking cock. As a matter of fact, there are some women who are artists at giving head."
"I don't happen to be one of them," Debbie said defiantly.
He turned to some more photographs and there was a woman with enormous breasts. Straddling her was a naked man, pressing his throbbing penis between her bosoms.
"Now that's a very touching sexual scene," he observed. "It's quite obvious that he's having a ball sticking his prick between her tits."
It was difficult for Debbie to understand why any man would want to place his penis between a woman's bosoms.
"There's no hole there," she said, shaking her head. "I would think he would want to stick his penis in a hole."
"No," Frank explained. "Some men prefer the softness of the breast flesh. It's a delightful way of obtaining orgasm. As a matter of fact, I've done it that way a few times myself."
"You are a warped man," Debbie told him bluntly, "and apparently you don't enjoy any sex unless it's rather sticky."
"Well, it better get sticky," he laughed, "or it isn't any fucking fun. I mean, if the damn thing doesn't shoot, what good is it?"
"Now that you put it that way," she smiled, "I guess I get your point."
"I remember this girl who used to let me fuck her armpits," he laughed, "and she was the damndest armpit fucker you've ever seen in your life." Sighing wearily, Debbie didn't hesitate to tell him what she thought of that.
"Armpit fucking is disgusting. You sound as demented as those people who lived in ancient times."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Frank laughed as he looked at Debbie.
"You have nice armpits," he told her. "As a matter of fact, I'd like to fuck them, if you'd let me.
"Never," Debbie said earnestly. "Nobody is ever gonna be fucking my armpits. Gary, let's get out of here."
Frank looked at Gary. It was apparent that he was in a very awkward position. If he got her angrier he was certain she'd never see him again, but if he got Frank angry he was certain he was out of his job.
"Honey, he's just telling you some interesting things that he's done," Gary told her. "Now why don't we have a good time and forget all about this?"
They smiled and looked at her.
"Well... maybe I can stay a little while longer," Debbie told them. "But both of you guys are sick."
Going over to her, Gary let his hands wander around her smooth ass cheeks.
"It's fun chewing out your ass," he told her. "And it would be fun fucking your asshole, too."
It was quite apparent that he wanted to let his penis slip between her ass cheeks.
"I'm sick of both of you," she exclaimed. "I'm prick sick! Now look, I'm gonna get out of here."
"Maybe you should have a cum cocktail first," he laughed.
She looked at his huge, throbbing penis.
"Now, baby," Frank smiled, "why don't you just get over there on the bed, stretch out, relax, and let me come over and make love to you. I've got some great ideas."
It was obvious that her world had been shaken. It was equally obvious that she didn't want to say good-bye, not quite yet. Going over to the bed she stretched out in a most appealing manner.
"I don't want you sticking that big prick of yours up my ass. Do you understand?"
Frank smiled.
"I'm going to get a cube of butter," he told her, "and get your fucking ass ready. You can give me a good fuck and then when I get your ass well lubricated, I'll let Gary stick his prick up your ass, too."
Gary smiled.
"All right," he agreed.
He went out of the room and went to get the butter. Debbie looked at him.
"Well, I can see what a nice little party you staged," she complained.
"So what's wrong?" he laughed.
"Everything," she said angrily.
When Frank returned carrying the cube of butter, he went over to the bed.
"Now I want you to peel off the wrapper and slip the butter up and down my prick."
She peeled the wrapper from the cube of butter and let it slide up and down his penile shaft. When his cock was well lubricated, he told her to bend over.
For a second Debbie felt defiant.
"And what if I don't?" she demanded.
"Why, baby," he told her, "You're not gonna be difficult, are you?"
Sighing wearily, she rolled over. Anything to get it over with. Getting behind her now, Frank straddled her. He could feel his fingers digging into the resilient flesh of her ass. Then she felt his huge, throbbing prick surging between her buttocks. He wanted to get his balls to explode, to shoot a torrent of cream into her tight anus.
"OOOHHH, YOU'VE GOT SUCH A BEAUTIFUL BODY," he told her. "NOW JUST RELAX. I'M GONNA SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS AND YOU'RE GONNA LOVE IT."
A blurry sensation of pleasure shot through her body as she felt him driving his throbbing, huge prick right between her ass cheeks. With a powerful plunge he drove it up her rectum.
"OOOHHH," she groaned, "YOU'RE KILLING ME."
He gripped her sleek thighs and plunged deeper. What a heavenly creature she was. What a beautiful ass she had. He loved to bury his prick into her ass.
As he drove in deeper, she twisted around. At first there was only pain. However, as she became more acclimated to what he was doing, strangely she felt a measure of pleasure. The sodomistic ravishment of her ass tortured her mind. However, Frank was lewdly pistoning his prick in and out of her splayed legs. Lustfully he gripped her ass cheeks. He squeezed them savagely until she whimpered.
"STOP IT, YOU BEAST!" she grunted.
Frank laughed in wanton arousal. It was apparent to Gary that he derived a great measure of pleasure from plunging his wicked prick right up her tight anus. With animalish frenzy he fucked her.
"You need to be ass fucked every so often," he panted as he went on driving in.
The glowing furnace of lust in his balls was propelling him onward.
"YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL," he told her. "OH, BABY, I LOVE SCREWING YOUR ASS."
As he bent over he began fondling her great bosoms. She loved the sensation of his finger tips pressing against her taut nipples. Her heart thundered in sexual arousal as he plunged his prick tighter to the snapping grip of her ass.
"FUCK," he exclaimed angrily. "YOU'RE NOT COOPERATING. SHOVE YOUR DAMN ASS BACK TO ME."
She was in no mood to cooperate. However, to get it over with faster, she swung her hips back to meet his plunging prick stabs.
"Is that what you want?" she demanded. "Right on, baby," he told her as his body continued ramming in her.
His virile, muscular body was sweat-soaked. Tiny rivulets of perspiration were dripping from the hollows and crevices of his torso and oozing onto her tingling flesh. He pumped up and down like a raging sex machine, sending forth a deep- thrusting rhythm of hard, long strokes, each boring to the hilt in her upturned ass. He pushed hard into the tight, moist grip of her buttocks until his balls slapped lewdly into her behind. Her pelvis salaciously shoved back against him.
"OOOHHH, BABY, NOW YOU'RE SCREWING," he exclaimed. "THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE IT. FUCK, BABY, FUCK."
The time bomb of his passion ticked inexorably toward the inevitable moment of a writhing orgasm. When Frank stabbed up her asshole especially deep, her eyes suddenly popped open as if a thousand volts of surging electricity had been sent through an electric line to her sensitive, squirming behind.
Choking back a scream that hung in her parched throat, she told him to get it over with.
"GET YOUR DAMN FUCKING COCK OFF," she shouted. "I CAN'T STAND IT MUCH LONGER."
He laughed at her.
"Now you're talking, sweetheart," he told her. "I like a girl who talks dirty. Where do you want me to shove it?"
She grabbed a quick, furtive breath.
"UP MY ASS!" she exclaimed.
"THAT'S GOOD, BABY," he told her as he went on fucking her naked, sweat-drenched body.
"How much punishment can any one person take?" she demanded, a tremor in her voice.
"You'll find out," he told her as he lunged forward, ramming his thick prick all the way up her tight, twisting anus until she was ready to scream. "FUCK, BABY, FUCK," he gasped as he rocked his prick up her ass with deep, hard lunges.
Debbie twisted and turned and writhed on his stabbing, driving prick.
"OOOHHH," she groaned, "I CAN'T STAND IT. OOOHHH, YOU'RE KILLING ME. GET IT OVER WITH."
He continued riding his slick prick up her tight, twisting ass all the way. He was burying it in deeply now, giving her the wildest screw she'd ever had.
"HARDER, HARDER," she begged eagerly. "THAT'S HOW YOU DO IT. FUCK ME HARDER. OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, YES, YES. FUCK ME, FUCK ME!"
Delicious waves of pleasure suddenly spasmed in her loins. What she had started out hating she was ending up loving.
"OOOHHH, I WANT IT," she suddenly cried. "FUCK MY ASS. SCREW ME."
He rammed it to her with all of his manly might. It seemed that now she couldn't get enough of it.
"OHHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES. FUCK ME, FUCK ME. LET ME FEEL IT."
Frank looked in the mirror. There she was, blonde and beautiful. Her smooth ass was turned up to him. His powerful prick was lunging forward. Deeper he bore into her ass.
"YES," he exclaimed hotly. "NOW YOU'RE FUCKING. COME ON, BABY, SCREW IT. THAT'S HOW. FUCK OFF!"
He surged up her ass and she twisted and pivoted on his penis.
"YOU'RE KILLING ME," she exclaimed. "OOOHHH, I CAN'T STAND IT. STOP IT, STOP IT."
Gary didn't find himself at a loss for something to do. Reaching for his balls he massaged them. With his other hand, he grasped his penis. He pumped hard on his cock as he observed the erotic sight of Debbie being sodomized by Frank.
"OOOHHH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD," Frank said as he kept stabbing it up her tight, slick ass.
"GET YOUR DAMNED PECKER OFF," she told him. "GET IT OFF."
He thrust it in deeper now.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, BABY, YES.
FUCK IT OFF."
All at once his cock exploded. Hot, white cream surged up her asshole. She twisted and writhed on his slick penis. Her body was taut, every muscle, every pore attuned to this wild, devastating ascent into the realm of forbidden lust-sodomy sex! She matched his pile-driving cock thrusts ounce for ounce by thrusting her ass back to meet his stabbing penis.
"HARDER," she cried out. "FUCK ME HARDER. I WANT EVERY FUCKING INCH OF IT."
He rammed into the tight elastic opening of her cock-hungry asshole.
"AAAAHHHH," she gasped as his huge prick kept exploding sperm in her twisting ass.
She felt as though he must be splitting her apart from the relentless outward pressure, but she didn't care. She was living for thrills and kicks.
Finally he eased his cock from her slick asshole. And it didn't take long for Gary to get on board.
"My turn now," Gary smiled.
Gary replaced his boss Frank. He gripped Debbie's smooth, ivory ass cheeks. He parted them and started shoving his cock forward.
"You don't have to use any butter on your cock," Frank chuckled. "You've got plenty of my sperm. Shove it right in there."
It was true. Frank's cum had slickened her tight anus. It was easy sliding now. With a powerful lunge he rammed it forward.
"FUCK IT, FUCK IT," he exclaimed hotly. "COME ON, BABY, FUCK. FUCK IT."
He rammed in with all of his might.
"YES, YESSSS," he exclaimed hotly. "NOW WE'RE SCREWING. COME ON, BABY, FUCK. FUCK IT."
She twisted her hips around in response to his pile-driving prick stabs. She was thrilling to it. Once her ass had been stretched she didn't mind all of that prick meat sliding and stabbing in her rectum.
"BABY, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL," Gary grunted as his cock rammed deeper up her twisting ass. "SHOVE IT BACK TO ME. COOPERATE."
The naked blonde was discovering pleasure in this kind of sex. Gary's balls slapped lewdly against her buttocks when he would pull out and stab back to the hilt.
"NOW, BABY, NOW," she told him, "FUCK ME. HARDER!"
Debbie's moans degenerated into hoarse, muffled gasps.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHHH," he groaned as he felt her ass rock back to pull his prick forward.
"You see, she's a natural," Frank smiled. "She needed to be fucked."
The glistening slickness of Gary's blood- engorged cock as he pulled it out pleased Frank.
"Your prick is lubricated with my cum," he smiled proudly.
It wasn't going to be much longer until Gary's balls exploded. The hot sperm load would be shooting into her ass in swirling gushes in a moment. He kept plunging in her ass like a sex machine.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSS," she groaned, "I CAN'T STAND IT, I CAN'T STAND IT."
She kept grinding her hips around lewdly. "OH, BABY," she begged passionately, "SCREW ME. LET ME FEEL IT. I WANT IT. FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEE!"
His prick rammed up her ass. She was squeezing hard now. Reaching underneath her, Gary played with her pussy. Frank had a wild idea.
"Let me get underneath her and suck her pussy," he suggested.
The blonde smiled. She raised her leg as Frank slipped underneath her. It didn't take him long to get to her pussy. Licking at her cunt, he reached up and his fingers began kneading her supple breasts. He loved having her knees splayed apart so he had easy access to the soft, moist flanges of her cuntal flesh, which opened and closed in a kind of puckering that informed him unmistakably of her acute need.
Frank's tongue eased in her tongue. He flipped it back and forth across her clitoris.
"OOOHHH, I LOVE IT," Debbie panted excitedly. "SUCK MY PUSSY. FUCK MY ASS." She was begging for them both to make love to her in their wild, wanton way, and she wouldn't be satisfied until they both were going at in a wild manner. Frank's cock was getting hard.
"HEY, BABY, I'M GONNA FUCK YOUR CUNT," he said.
He stretched out underneath her. He guided his prick into her pussy.
"OOOHHH, TWO COCKS ARE BETTER THAN ONE," she exclaimed as she felt them both stabbing inside of her. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she begged repeatedly.
Debbie's body uninhibitedly throbbed as if she were quivering and vibrating to come primeval savage rhythm. She backed up eagerly onto Gary's thick, pistoning penis. She pushed hard against his sinewy, perspiration-dampened loins as every inch of his mammoth prick disappeared between her shuddering ass cheeks. Her fleshy behind clenched and unclenched with lewd, unmistakable arousal. Groaning, she begged for more.
"GIVE ME MORE OF YOUR PRICK, HONEY," she told him. "I WANT ALL OF IT. FUCK ME. FUCK ME!"
Gary rode every throbbing inch of his cock up her tight asshole. She twisted and turned as he went on hungrily fucking.
"OOOHHH, BABY," he told her, "YOU'VE REALLY GOT A HOT ASS."
At that point he could feel Frank's stabbing prick in her pussy.
"Hey, let's get the rhythm," Frank told him. "I can feel your cock in her ass. Can you feel my prick in her pussy?"
"Bet your ass I can," Gary grinned as he rammed hard up her ass.
Yes, damn it, it felt good. As good as it possibly could. There she was, her ass pushing back to him. And at the same time he could feel his boss's prick riding in her slick, hot cunt.
"You're hot," Frank told him. "I can tell by the way you're screwing her asshole."
"I sure am," Gary told him, "and I'm gonna come off in a minute. Oh, twist your tail for me, honey."
Debbie's buttocks twisted and turned on his stabbing, long prick.
"OOOHHH," she groaned, "YES, YESSS. I LOVE IT. FUCK ME, FUCK ME."
Waves of erotic pleasure shot through her body as she started to juice. Deeper and deeper Gary's prick plunged into her tight, twisting behind.
Her tempestuously exploding cunt made Frank's thrusts plunder just that much deeper.
"I'M CUMMING," she groaned. "FUCK ME. FUCK ME HARD."
Reaching up, Frank gripped her jiggling bosoms. He squeezed the taut nipples. She was cumming in multiple climaxes, giving his hard prick perfect lubrication as he continued pistoning his cock in and out of her juicy cunt.
"Ready to get your rocks off, Gary?" Frank smiled.
"I'm almost there," Gary said as he plowed up her tight, hot ass all the way.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," he groaned as sperm shot up her squirming asshole.
They both continued their fucking as Gary's penis exploded in her tight ass and Frank's cock unloaded in her pussy.
Debbie's lips twisted in a grin as both men finished screwing her. Slowly she twisted her hips, smirking haughtily as they both finished fucking her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Easing his prick out of her asshole, Gary patted her buttocks affectionately.
"Mighty good piece of ass," he told her.
She couldn't help it. Tears were spilling down her strawberry-red cheeks. She artfully wriggled herself from Frank's throbbing, big prick. She lay on her back now, with her legs spread.
"Damn it, I feel like a whore," she complained.
"Oh, forget it," Frank told her. "You were just horny, honey, that's all."
"But a lady doesn't get horny," she said, playing an old tape that had been imprinted in her mind as a child.
"That's what you think," Frank told her. "There are plenty of women who like to screw as much as men do."
She reached over and gripped his penis.
"I liked it," she admitted. "I liked it so much."
It was obvious that they had enjoyed each other enormously.
"Well, there's nothing wrong with enjoying yourself," he told her.
When they had another drink and talked some more, Debbie begged off more sex.
"Take me home, Gary," she said, her voice soft and low.
They got dressed and Gary took her home. She never said a word until they got to her place.
"You know what I think of you?" she demanded.
"No, tell me," he smiled as best he could.
"You are a phony," she snapped. "And I hate you!"
It was quite apparent that they were going to become angry at each other if they stayed together much longer.
"You're a beautiful woman," he told her, "and I am sorry that you look at it that way. It's quite obvious that men will find you very appealing. And you have every right to have men make love to you. I'm sorry if I've offended you."
Debbie told him she didn't care to see him again. Yet there was something within her that made her desire more sexual encounters such as she'd experienced. It was lewd, obscene, depraved and disgusting and the biggest problem of all was the fact that she had enjoyed it.
She slept soundly that night and the next day when he got up and looked in the mirror, she couldn't help admiring herself. She always slept in the nude and she stood there naked, brushing her hair. She thought about all of the things that she had sacrificed to get to the position that she was in. It was unfortunate that this one time she had thrown all of her beliefs aside.
Debbie made it a point to call up her answering service and give them the message that if anyone called she wasn't in. And she figured she wouldn't answer her own phone.
She went to her office job the following week and everything went smoothly. However, she was still worried that someone might try to put the make on her again. She had to be careful-very careful.
That evening when she same home a next door neighbor was standing there in front of her apartment.
"Hi," he smiled at her.
She glanced down toward his bulging crotch.
"Can't hide it any longer," he smiled as he looked up at her.
"What's your name?" she asked, suddenly becoming curious to know something about him.
"What difference does it make?" he chuckled.
"Well, I like to know the name of my neighbors," she smiled, a pleased look forming on her face.
"My name is Todd," he told her.
"Todd, would you like to come in and have a drink?" she asked in a friendly manner.
"I'd love to," he told her.
As she fixed him a drink at the bar, she couldn't help glancing down at his penis bulging against the material of his pants.
"You're beautiful," he said. "I mean it."
All at once his lusty desires seized him and he pressed his lips hard against hers.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "I sure would like to ball with you."
"Why, Todd," she said, her voice husky with desire and emotion, "what makes you think you can get so bold with me?"
He shook his head and shrugged.
"I don't know why," he told her, "but when I see you walking in at night I know I've got to fuck you."
Even though it was vile of Todd to use such words, she found herself turning on when he did so.
"That's disgusting," she told him.
"It's honest," he said sincerely. "I've got something here for you, baby."
All at once he was unzipping his fly. He pulled his penis out and slowly held it out to her.
Never before had Debbie imagined that she could ever become this bold. She suddenly reached out and let her hand slowly slip along the length of his gigantic cock.
"Oh, Todd," she panted, "I want it. It's crazy, but I want every inch of it."
He looked at her as a smile played across his lips. "I just knew it," he said. "There was something about you that told me that you wanted to be fucked. And I'm just the man to screw you, baby."
It was strange to her how she could feel such lusty desire for him so quickly. But it was his cock. That was it. Nothing else mattered but having that throbbing penis in her.
She turned and walked away, trying to regain her composure.
"Forgive me," she said, shaking her head. "I guess I got carried away for a moment."
Todd walked toward her. His huge cock was erect in front of him.
"I'll give it all to you, baby," he told her. "And any way you like it. You can suck it-you can do anything you want with it."
Shaking her head, she tried to get out of something she knew she couldn't now.
"I... I told you I was sorry," she apologized quickly. "For a minute I got carried away with the idea of having sex with you. But it's wild. I... I can't do it."
"Yes, you can," he told her. "Let's be honest. You want it. And I want to fuck you."
He followed her into the bedroom.
"Take off your clothes," he told her, "and I've got the cock here that's guaranteed to melt your heart, baby."
Once more she looked at his huge penis. There was something about his cock that left her spellbound. She could see some of the curly pubic hair around his crotch and caught sight of his balls. She wanted to see it all, bare naked.
"I guess maybe we should do it," she finally said. "Then you'll leave me alone."
He wasted no time. Quickly he stripped, all the while watching her as she slowly removed her garments. She placed her clothes beside the bed and then crawled into the bed stark naked. Todd crawled between the sheets with her.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "let's see what you've got there."
He saw her beautiful naked breasts. He twisted and squeezed them with savage brutality, tugging them until she thought they would burst from his wild manipulations. The she looked at the length of his lust-hardened flesh. His huge swollen balls appealed to her.
"I'd like to have you lick it," he told her. "Nothing nicer than having a girl suck me off." For a moment she pulled away. She was afraid of him. But he was bound and determined that he was going to make her lick his prick. She looked at the thickness of his turgid penis. She studied the tip of it. Debbie could see the ooze starting to surface at the tip of his huge cock.
"Grab it," he told her.
He pulled her hand to his penis. He held her hand tightly over the full length of his cock and slowly eased it up and down.
"Doesn't that feel good?" he smiled.
The wild, ever mounting excitement in his eyes indicated to her just how turned on he was.
"I'm gonna give it to you," he told her. "Every fucking inch."
As she pulled away, he decided that he wasn't going to let her get by now.
"Lie back," he told her, "and enjoy."
She felt him straddling her. Debbie could feel his sinewy ass cheeks pressing against her naked bosoms. He was moving forward, jacking his cock off as he did so.
"I'm getting it nice and hot for you," he told her, "so it'll shoot quick. I want you to taste my sperm load."
This was terrible. She was letting a stranger force her to perform oral sex.
"Let's forget it," she said, trying to pull away. He wasn't about to let her go.
"Look at it," he told her. "Doesn't it look appealing?"
She looked at the hair framing his balls. She could see his lust-bloated balls swelling even more. But what she noticed most of all was the meaty head of his thick prick. She could observe the small drops of cum and wanted to taste him.
"I've got something for you," he said. "Open your mouth."
She wanted to stand up and scream, but knew it would be ridiculous to throw a scene. After all, she had invited him in and she couldn't very well call it rape. Not now.
"YOU KNOW HOW TO SUCK," he told her. "NOW LET ME STICK MY PRICK IN YOU, LOVE."
With a broad, seductive smile, Todd looked down at the naked blonde. Her sensuous lips opened.
"THAT'S IT," he told her. "I WANT YOU TO SUCK AND SUCK GOOD."
Feelings that she had suppressed for so long were vanishing now. The throbbing feeling in her vagina told her how hungry she was for him.
"SUCK MY COCK," he ordered, "AND SUCK IT GOOD."
His huge shaft slipped into her mouth. Her lips fastened on his huge cock.
"SUCK," he exclaimed as he pumped it to her in a regular rhythm, "SUCK IT."
The roughness and crudeness of him actually appealed to her. She let her tongue salaciously lick around the tip of his stiff cock. Debbie could taste him.
"THAT'S IT," he told her. "GET USED TO IT." Lewdly he thrust his prick in and out of her mouth. Her lips fastened firmly on his turgid cock shaft. She sucked on him eagerly enjoying it. His balls slapped against her upturned chin as he frantically fucked her face.
"I'M GONNA FEED YOU," Todd told her excitedly. "I'M GONNA FEED YOU MY CREAM. COME ON, SUCK, SUCK."
Lewdly, he went on face fucking the beautiful blonde. She thought she would choke from all of the cock meat he was stuffing down her throat. How much more could she take?
"OOOHHH, BABY," he gasped as he kept thrusting the head of his turgid cock against her parted lips.
She was sucking magnificently now.
"GRAB MY ASS," he told her, "AND HOLD MY PRICK WITH YOUR LIPS. OOOHHH, YES, BABY, YES, THAT'S WHAT I WANT."
Again he thrust. His hand reached out to grip her neck. He pushed her up so that her mouth was directly in front of his hardness. He flipped his hips once more and her lips parted again. He was driving in deeper. She was no longer a woman restrained. Her gleaming eyes looked right at his rod of flesh as he lewdly pumped it to her. She was fascinated and excited by his hairy loins. Her thighs began to tremble. She could feel the warm moistness up between her legs, pulsing eagerly in anticipation of the moment when he would explode his load in her mouth. She wanted to taste his sperm. Would he taste different than Gary? Maybe he would taste more like Frank. She was going to find out fast.
"OOOHHH, THAT'S IT, BABY," he said as he reached down to play over the soft fullness of her breasts, tugging and prodding at the nipples. "EAT IT, SUCK IT, SUCK IIIITTT?"
She developed an expertise at cock sucking. And she reached out to cradle his sperm-heavy, swaying balls in her kneading fingers. With her other hand she gripped his huge penis at its base. As he drew his penis back, he could see its saliva-slickened surface becoming harder and longer, and then his prick disappeared inside of her mouth when he thrust his hips obscenely forward, driving his lust- thickened prick all the way into her warm, wet cavern again.
Todd began a rhythmic sawing motion, never quite drawing his cock out. He would leave it at just inside the warm moistness of her mouth. Debbie slowly warmed to the task as her glance fell on his testicles. She could see how close he was to climax. He was reaching a crescendo of seething excitement. He kept thrusting, speeding up his thrusts to her hotly sucking mouth.
"SUCK OFF," he exclaimed. "SUCK IT." There was something obscene about doing it with him this way, but she loved it nevertheless.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," he groaned, "THAT'S WHAT I LIKE. SUCK OFF."
She enjoyed the way his fingers played with her erect little nipples, and at the same time she was thrilling to the way he was ramming his prick down her throat. He continued battering his long, hard cock deep into her throat. Her body responded as she kept sucking hungrily. A tiny rivulet of saliva mixed with seminal fluid trickled down the side of the blonde's mouth when she hollowed her cheeks, trying to swallow the entire length of Todd's madly throbbing cock into her throat.
Todd thrust her neck hard against the mattress as though the wildly plundering prick had forced it back against her will. His hand reached up and seized her head.
He was driving deep now, not paying any attention to anything. It was that blissful moment of orgasm that he was waiting for.
"SUCK OFF," he panted as he pumped it rhythmically. "SUCK."
She couldn't help getting excited. Her hips raised involuntarily as she kept sucking his prick. It was really getting her excited. She wanted to feel him shooting. That moment when his cock would explode was the moment she was waiting for.
"EAT IT," he exclaimed. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSS, SUCK OFF!"
His hot, white sperm exploded.
"YES, OOOHHH, YESSSS," he exclaimed, "SUCK IT OFF."
His throbbing penis unloaded. Hot streams of white cum trickled down the corners of her mouth as she swallowed and sucked all of his creamy sweet cum load.
"HHHMMMM," she gasped as she never took her mouth off his sliding, slippery prick.
At the same time Todd was groaning in delight. "AAAHHH, OHHHHH, COCK SUCKER. EAT IT. OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, YES, YESSSSS. WHAT A COCK EATER YOU ARE. OOOOOHHHHH!"
When she had finished sucking him off, she eased her mouth from his prick. She lay there panting for air.
"Not bad, baby," Todd grinned. "You've had some good lessons in cock sucking. I can tell that." Debbie felt like a tramp. Sure enough, even a neighbor could tell what she could do. It was her fault. She gave in to Gary and had given into Frank. That orgy had been her downfall.
"What do you do for a living, honey?" he smiled.
"Not this!" she snapped indignantly. "I work in an office."
"Oh, I'm sorry," he shook his head. "I had the funny idea that you might be a hooker."
That got her so angry that she got off the bed. "Well, I'm not a hooker, for your information," she told him. "If I had been a hooker, baby, you would have paid before I let you get in bed. That's the way they work, isn't it?"
"I wouldn't know," Todd said proudly. "I've never been reduced to paying for sex."
Going out into the living room, Debbie fixed herself a drink. A double Scotch on the rocks with a water chaser.
Todd prepared himself a drink, too. Then he looked at her and told her he was sorry if he might have offended her by thinking she was in the sex business.
CHAPTER NINE
When Todd finally left her apartment, Debbie did a lot of soul searching. She had to ask herself some questions about where she was headed. She also felt like she was some kind of a sex slave.
She decided it might not be a bad idea to call someone who could give her some help. She called her mother and said she wanted to talk to her.
"What about, dear?" her mother asked her.
"It's personal," she explained.
"All right," her mother agreed, "but I do have a bridge party this week. I want to help you, darling, but I can't miss that bridge party. I've had a winning streak for the last few weeks."
"I hate to take you away from anything," Debbie said, getting disgusted at her mother's attitude.
"Come over, dear," her mother suggested, "and we can talk it over. Maybe your father could discuss it with us, too."
"No, I don't want Dad in on this," she told her mother. "It's something very personal."
When Debbie arrived at her mother's house, she'd forgotten to slip off her engagement ring. When her mother looked at it she congratulated her.
"What a surprise!" her mother exclaimed. "I didn't know you were engaged, dear."
"The engagement is off," she shook her head, "and I shouldn't even be wearing the ring. I had a very negative experience."
"Well, tell me about it, dear," her mother urged. "I would like to know."
When she revealed everything that had happened at the orgy, her mother shook her head in despair.
"That's too bad," her mother told her. "They've ruined you. You sound as though you have been completely totaled out. Baby, maybe you should visit a shrink. I have a marvelous doctor that I go to when I have problems I can't solve.
I think that's what you should do."
"Who is he?" Debbie slowly asked.
"Well, it's Dr. Jacques Dubois," she explained. "He's a Frenchman and has an office in the Wrigley Building downtown."
"All right," she agreed, "I'll visit him. And please, never tell dad what I've told you. I'm not very proud of what I've been doing."
"Well, I should hope not, dear," her mother said. "As a matter of fact, you ought to be ashamed. I never thought that a daughter of mine would sink to such depths."
She shook her head.
"I don't look upon what I have done as being quite that depraved, mother dear."
Her mother thanked her for making sure that she didn't interfere with her bridge party. She then went home and called up Dr. Dubois. Dr. Dubois made an appointment for her. He said he could see her late Friday afternoon. It was a long week and she had to change working in the office pool twice during the week. She was glad when it was over and she finally could go to the Wrigley Building to see Dr. Dubois.
She talked to the doctor and he had a new technique of sex discussions.
"I want you to fantasize about sex," he told her. "I want you to tell me everything that comes into your mind. Then I will discuss with you what I think your problems are. It's what I call my fantasy-reality sex technique counseling."
Even though this was a difficult thing for her to do, Debbie stretched out and tried to unwind. When she couldn't, Dr. Dubois put her under a light hypnosis.
"Now, my dear, what are you fantasizing about?" he smiled.
"I... I'm thinking about a tall black man," she explained, "that I once saw walking through a department store. He's so vivid in my mind. It's like it was just yesterday. He was walking with a very well-dressed white woman. In my fantasy I was the white woman walking beside him. I was wearing a long white dress. And I could attract him with my beautiful body. He was particularly fascinated with my nipples pressing against my tight-fitting white gown. We made a striking couple, black on white. And then he took me to a beautiful jewelry store. He told me that I could select any jewel that I wanted. I saw a gorgeous emerald. And I wanted it."
She hesitated a moment.
"Now," he asked her, "what else do you see?"
"I... I see the handsomest black body naked - before me. We are both naked. His mouth takes mine and he sucks on my tongue and lips. And then he lifts me like a feather and carries me over to a bed. He is so strong and muscular. My pale blonde breasts settle against his moist, hot skin. My nipples protrude into the tight curly hairs of his chest. His hair is so appealing. I'm so excited now I can hardly stand it as I surrender to him. I feel his cock pulsating between my thighs. I feel the tip of his penis playing against the wet lips of my vagina. And then I feel his hands gripping the crevice of my ass."
She hesitated. Dr. Dubois told her to continue. "And what else do you imagine, my dear?" he asked, feeling himself getting excited.
"I imagine him playing with me," she explained.
"I imagine him filling my vagina with his penis. He presses his cock deeply into my body. His strong thighs grip mine with an insistent, throbbing, demanding rhythm. Then he begins pumping deep into me. My body tingles with delight as I respond to the sexual heat of his grip. I love his hot, strong hands on my buttocks. With powerful hands he simultaneously thrusts his pelvis up until I am pinned beneath him. And then my legs wrap around him. I'm filled with his throbbing prick. My clit is responding. His mouth is pressing against mine as he gasps and fucks. He moans, he rocks his cock underneath me. In one huge swell of feeling, our bodies begin to sway and tremble together. We are going to fuck. He's stabbing it into me now with intense, deep movements. I can hardly stand it. I tell him to stop. But I don't want him to. I want every inch of his prick. I want him to ride it into me deep."
She paused for a moment, catching her breath audibly.
"All the while I'm begging for it. I'm telling him to fuck me. I'm telling him I need to be screwed. I want every inch of his thick black prick. Deeper, deeper, I want him to fuck me, fuck me hard."
At that point she suddenly opened her eyes. To her amazement, Dr. Dubois was standing beside her completely naked. His throbbing penis was dripping with oozing cum.
"Why, Dr. Dubois," she said, looking at him in amazement, "why are you naked?"
"I had to undress," he told her, "to satisfy your hidden desires. I understand your needs. You need not fear me. What you did was project yourself into a fantasy. A fantasy of a woman who's been repressed. You've been isolated and guilt ridden. That is why this fantasy of sexual desire surfaced in your mind. And to sustain this excitement you felt and bring you out of this repression, it is my duty to have sex with you."
Saying no more, he was on the bed with her, frantically removing her clothes, after which he pulled her tightly to him.
"Why, Dr. Dubois," she said in surprise, "what are you doing?"
"I'M SCREWING YOU," he told her as the excitement mounted in his loins. "I'M FUCKING YOU. I'M FUCKING YOUR CUNT."
His throbbing, powerful penis plunged into her tight pussy. Her arms wrapped around him.
"OOOHHH," she gasped as the glistening wetness of Dr. Dubois' greedy, blood-engorged member slid easily in and out of her cunt, moistly lubricated with her own pussy juices.
"YOU WERE READY," he told her as he kept on riding into her. "THIS IS WHAT YOU NEEDED. THIS IS WHAT I'M GIVING YOU. FUCK, BABY, FUCK."
He kept driving his penis provocatively in and out of her tight, twisting pussy.
"I LOVE THE CREAMY SCULPTED CONTOURS OF YOUR WHITE THIGHS," he panted as he pressed his lips down to hers.
She looked at the lust on his face and suddenly felt fearful.
"I'VE NEEDED A GOOD FUCK," he told her as his body began lunging forward.
To her utter amazement she found her body uninhibitedly throbbing as if she were quivering and vibrating to a primeval sexual rhythm. "FUCK IT, FUCK IT," he urged, "FUCK!" Debbie loved gripping his prick in her pussy. She spread her legs so he could ram it to her with heedless abandon. The raging passions became more arousing now as the lavish sensual wantonness exploded in her body. She threw her legs around his and begged for him to screw her.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she grunted. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I WANT EVERY INCH OF YOU."
The pouting lips of her pussy accepted his stabbing, thick prick. She wanted to feel his cum exploding in her vagina.
"YES, YESSS," she begged frantically, "FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEE."
Her hot, throbbing pussy pulled on his cock as he fucked her frantically. With animalish frenzy she responded.
"YES, YESSSS," she groaned, "SCREW ME. I WANT IT."
The doctor was accustomed to women who were sexually starved. That was why he had them fantasize. If in their fantasies they talked about desiring sex or having sex, he figured it was his solemn obligation to satisfy their lustful desires and needs.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSS, FUCK IT."
This delicious excitement thrilled Debbie. Her cuntal muscles gripped on his prick tightly.
"FUCK," he exclaimed, "FUCK OFF."
His hot, throbbing prick was ready to unload. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES, FUCK IT OFF!"
All at once his cock unloaded. His hot, white cum surged into her cunt.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES. SUCH A FUCK, SUCK A SCREW!"
She responded by gripping his ass cheeks and squeezing them lovingly as she pumped her hips back to meet his pistoning prick jabs. She was cumming too.
"AAAHHHHH, OHHHHH, YES, YESSS." When he pulled his prick out of her cunt she suddenly felt vacant. He looked at her and smiled. "Well, I think that took care of you, my dear." She looked at his dangling prick.
"Do you want to lick it clean?" Dr. Dubois grinned knowingly.
"Yes," she agreed.
He went over to her and let his cock dangle over her lips. Her tongue swept out and she licked at his moist, slippery cock tip.
"Now, my dear," he said, looking at the clock on the wall, "I have another appointment. So I can't be much longer, as much as I would enjoy extending our session. But I am rather busy as I have a very live practice, if you know what I mean." She smiled understandingly.
"Yes, Dr. Dubois," she told him, "I can see that you undoubtedly provide fantastic servicing for your patients. I'm so glad I came to you."
"I'm so glad I came in you," he winked.
CHAPTER TEN
The following week in the office was a difficult one. Debbie had to go to work for a new boss. However, she figured that as long as she was careful, everything would go well.
When she got a call from Gary, she was disgusted.
"A nice way to start off Monday morning," she quipped.
"I'm sorry about what happened at my boss's place," he told her. "I really am."
"Hell, you're not sorry," she told him. "You had that all calculated. I'm the one who had to pay the price. And it makes me angry just thinking about it."
However, Gary told her that he had something very important to discuss with her.
"Like another orgy?" she shot back quickly.
"Honey, can't you forgive and forget?" he demanded.
His voice sounded so sincere that Debbie hesitated before she replied. Just then the new man that she was working for came over and frowned. It was quite apparent that he thought she'd been talking on the phone too long.
"Is that business?" he demanded.
"No, this is a personal call, Mr. Livingston," she smiled.
"I wish you'd keep those personal calls brief," he told her. "We've got a lot of work to do."
"Yes, Mr. Livingston," she said as she finished her phone conversation.
"I've got to go now. We can talk about this later," she told Gary hurriedly.
"Like tonight at dinner," Gary said as she replied, "Yes."
She hung up the phone. Why she had ever said yes she never knew. Perhaps it was the subconscious desire of her own mind working. But consciously she didn't care to ever see Gary again.
Glancing out at the lake and the sun shining on the beach, she wished that she could leave the office. It was dreadful to be trapped in a situation like this. But what else could she do?
Realizing that she had no options now, Debbie tried to calm herself down. It wasn't going to be easy. There were so many things whirling through her mind, spinning through her brain.
Mr. Livingston called her into his private office.
"Now I have some new accounts that I'm trying to obtain," he explained to her, "and these are the advertising letters that we're sending out to them. I wonder if you could go over them and improve them."
"I will see if I can," she replied.
"You see that you do," he told her. "I have a motto, and that is, I do the impossible every day, there is no other way."
A pleased smile formed on Mr. Livingston's face as he recited his own motto.
"That is a wonderful way of looking at things," she told him.
He was pleased that she immediately was responding to him.
"You're a marvel," he told her. "You really are."
It didn't take Debbie long to realize he was looking at her legs.
"Is there anything else?" she asked him.
"Not... now," Mr. Livingston told her, "but if I need you, I'll call you in."
The day sped by swiftly, and when it was time to leave the office she was almost frightened at the prospect of going home. She had good reason to be, for Gary had already driven to her apartment and was parked in front of the place, waiting.
When she drove into her subterranean garage, he followed on foot.
"Hello," he grinned at her.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded.
"I've come to see you," he told her, "and to talk to you. I want to explain a few things so you can understand."
At first she didn't want to listen, but as she looked into Gary's pleading eyes, she felt as though he might be sincere.
"All right, but I'm not gonna give you too long," she told him. "I have a lot to do tonight."
"So do I," he told her.
When they got up into her apartment she immediately asked for an explanation about the orgy.
"Would you kindly tell me how I got trapped into that orgy?"
He smiled at her.
"Now, dear," he told her, "please don't get so uptight. I mean, I didn't plan it that way. The boss got carried away when he saw you. He never realized you were such an appealing female and he just couldn't control himself."
"You expect me to believe that?" she demanded.
"I was hoping you would," he chuckled.
"You've got another hope coming, honey," she told him, "and don't you forget it. What you two put me through that night was downright disgusting."
Gary looked at her longingly.
"Can't you be a little bit understanding?"
"A little bit," she said.
It was apparent he was attempting to be sincere at last. This please her.
"I never knew until that night how much I cared for you," he confided. "I felt like a chump making you do all of those things."
"I'm glad you can understand what a rotten louse you were," she quickly told him. "It was indeed disgusting. And only a very vile man could ever force a woman to submit to some of the things that you made me submit to. And you'd better never forget it."
"I will never forget it," he apologized again.
It was apparent that he wanted sex with her and this bothered Debbie.
"I suppose you want wild sex," she told him. "You'd better get a girl who goes along with the kind of sex you want. I'm changing. I'm dying of shame over what I did with you and Frank."
Even as she was talking she knew she was hot and damp down between her legs. It wasn't a totally unpleasant feeling, but it was frustrating.
"You want me, don't you?" he asked, never taking his eyes from her.
He leaned close again and his eyes were darting down to her mouth.
"If you want me so bad," she said, "maybe you would be decent. Maybe you wouldn't play tricks on me. After all, I'm only human."
Gary looked at her and apologized.
"I was stoned out of my mind to do what I did," he told her, "but I do love you."
She held him tightly.
"All right, darling, I guess you do," she said. She went to her living room bar and poured herself a double shot of bourbon. Returning, she looked at him and forced a smile.
"All right, Gary," she whispered, "I'm ready. You can have me if you want me so bad."
Nodding, he smiled.
"I knew you'd come around," he told her. "I just knew it."
The look of delight that surfaced in his eyes pleased her.
"Let's get on the bed," he told her.
They stripped and showered and then went to the bed. Debbie pulled back the top blanket and sheet. As they got on onto the beautiful king-sized bed, she noticed he was once more looking at her bosoms.
"What fascinates you so much about my boobs?" she demanded.
"I don't know," he confessed, "but when I look at them I want to lick them and suck them and nibble them."
"All right," she breathed heavily, "if that's what you want-go ahead. Why don't you lie on your back, baby, and I'll swing my bosoms over your face."
He was agreeable. Gary laid down on the bed and watched as she straddled him. She smiled as she bent over and brushed her breasts right over his face. His tongue swept out and he was licking and sucking on them. It had become a game with her. She enjoyed seeing him struggling to try to catch a nipple in his mouth and suck.
"OOOHHH, BABY, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL," he said as his hands reached up to caress and fondle her great breasts. "OOOHH, I LOVE THIS," he told her. "I REALLY DO."
Now he was anxious for her to please him.
"I loved the way you were licking on my asshole the other night," she confessed.
"I figured you did," he smiled.
For a moment he hesitated, and then Gary decided he would make her return the favor.
"Why don't you return the favor?" he asked, opening his mouth and giving her a dazzling smile.
She got off the bed.
"You've got a nerve."
"Look, it's only fair," he insisted. "I did it for you the other night - now you can do it for me."
It was true. She had enjoyed it enormously when Gary whipped his tongue around her ass crack. Maybe she should accommodate him.
"Oh, all right," the stunning blonde finally agreed.
Gary lay on his back and spread his legs.
"I want you to get right in there," he told her, "and lick my asshole."
Her hands went under his buttocks as she fell back on the bed and crouched over his crotch. He parted his ass cheeks for her.
"Right in there, baby," he smiled. "That's where the hole is. And I want you to slip your tongue right up my asshole, deep."
Once more Debbie was feeling guilty. This was an ugly situation. Even though she hated to do what he was forcing upon her, she recognized that he had done it for her. And that made it all the more difficult to back out.
Her tongue swung along his bare bottom. As he looked in the mirror and observed her tongue sliding around his ass, he got more excited.
"OH, I LIKE IT," he told her. "THAT'S VERY NICE."
Gary had a smile on his face, as if he was pleased as a Cheshire cat who'd just eaten the goldfish.
"THAT'S A NICE RIM JOB," he told her. "KEEP IT UP, HONEY. DEVELOP A RHYTHM."
Debbie's hotly pistoning tongue slipped right up his asshole in a rhythmic, pistoning movement. She pumped it savagely now, just as he suggested. And he loved he. He grabbed his cock and began pulling on his throbbing penis.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," he groaned, "THAT'S WONDERFUL. I LOVE IT. HIGHER. KEEP IT UP. OOOHHH, BABY, YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO GIVE A RIM JOB."
When he realized that his prick was ready to explode, he pulled his hand from his cock.
"Slip your tongue out of my ass," he insisted, "and start licking my dick. That's it."
Her tongue eased from his tight anus. Licking up the underside of his shaft, she could tell he was trembling in sexual ecstasy. The delirious excitement that he was experiencing now was almost driving him out of his mind.
"OOOHHH, DEBBIE," he panted, "SUCK ME, SUCK ME!"
Wild thrills of savage delight shot through his body.
"SUCK MY PRICK OFF," he told her. Lustfully she began sucking on his cock. He gripped her head and wantonly fucked her face.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," he groaned in an animalish voice. "YESSSS. SUCK MY COCK, SUCK IIIITTT."
Her lips fastened firmly on his sliding, slick prick.
"EAT IT," he commanded. "OHHHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES. THAT'S WHAT I WANT. NOW YOU'RE DOING IT. SUCK, SUCK, SUUUCK IT!"
He watched her intently. She was moving rapidly up and down on his prick. Debbie was bent all the way over now so he could slip his shaft deeper.
"GO AHEAD," he whispered, "LET YOURSELF GO. OOOHHH, SUCK ON ME, SUCK, SUCK, SUCK!"
Instinctively Debbie's mouth moved up and down his shiny, long prick. She reached over to fondle his bloated balls.
"I'm gonna feed you some cum," he exclaimed as his hand gripped the back of her neck, forcing her farther down on his manhood.
Debbie enjoyed his force, his domination that he presented as he plunged inside of her mouth. She enjoyed the aroma of his hot loins, thrilling to the experience of having his hard penis driving in with regular deep stabs. She was sucking hungrily now, and waiting for that moment when he would shoot her his load.
"I WANT YOU TO EAT IT WHEN I CUM," he exclaimed passionately. "OOOHHH, BABY, THAT'S SWEET SUCKING. SUCK ME OFF."
The beautiful blonde's lips fastened on his throbbing, thick penis. She didn't mind it at all that he was slamming it down her throat. She wanted him. Debbie wanted to have him bury his prick in her throat and shoot his load. She wanted to taste him.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSS. SUCK IT OFF. SUCK MY PRICK OFF."
She could taste him starting to cum. His pre-cum was delicious.
"EAT IT," he panted as he shot her his load. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M CUMMMMMING!"
Debbie's lips fastened securely on his cock as he exploded, so none of his creamy cum would be lost. She wanted to swallow and suck every drop of him.
When he had finished flooding her face with his obscene cum load, she slowly eased off. She looked at him in new found pleasure and delight.
"I'll confess, Gary," she told him, "I like this wild sex. I like you."
"I hope you more than like me," Gary told her. "If we are gonna get married you've got to love me."
It was difficult for Debbie to say "love" anymore. After her first experience with Gary and the wild orgy that he had involved her in, she was not going to get back into his grip too swiftly.
"Let's move slowly, baby," she said in a hard voice.
"I was only thinking of you when I was away," he told her.
"That's tough," she told him, " 'cause I was thinking of other men. I'm not gonna wait around here for you to be loyal and faithful to me. I might have a long wait. A lot of men are born philanderers. They can never be loyal to one woman if they wanted to. It's the nature of the beast."
Gary could tell that she didn't have an overly good impression of many men.
"Don't be bitter," he told her.
"I'm not being bitter," she insisted. "I'm just being practical and realistic. You know damned well what the score is. You men want to use a woman and then discard her. You might even toss me in the junk heap yet. I'm not trusting you for awhile. You've got to prove yourself to me."
He looked into her eyes.
"Darling," he told her, "I have had quite an experience with my first wife. I never talked to you about it -- but I will now. Maybe then you will understand why I have been such a tormented man, not caring to get involved with anything that could get serious."
"I'm all ears but hope it's the truth," she told him, "And don't drag along some tailored tears to get me sympathetic. 'Cause, baby, it simply won't work. Understand?"
Immediately he understood. And so did she.
"I had a lovely wife," he told her, "named Bev. We'd only been married a couple of months. I didn't know Bev well enough to marry her. Actually I met her at a bar where she was an artistic dancer."
"Artistic?" Debbie questioned him.
"Well, that's what they advertised it as," he told her. "But in reality she was a tits-and-ass babe, showing it all and wiggling it."
"That's what I figured. About as artistic as a porno flick. Go ahead."
"Bev was a gorgeous babe," he told her, "and she was all love. She couldn't turn anybody away. That was Bev's problem."
"And why didn't you hit it off? Was she attracted to some other man and dumped you?"
"I wish it could have been another man," he told her. "I could have fought it. No, Bev was making it with Natalie, the woman who owned the bar. And when I fell in love with her, Natalie went out of her mind. She went bananas one night and shoved Bev and killed her."
"Oh, my God!" Debbie exclaimed. "What an awful thing. I guess you have been through plenty."
"You bet I have," he told her. "There was Bev, beautiful and young and innocent. And Natalie got off. She hired a good lawyer and said that she had diminished capacity. Look, that gal never know what she's doing. She's full of evil and sometime I wish I could get even."
"Forget it," Debbie warned him. "You'll only get in more trouble. It was a bad chapter, and you've got to go on to a new page in your life. Otherwise, you're gonna dwell on the ugly incidents of your rather lurid past, to no avail."
"Well stated," he told her, "but, honey, sometimes I get to thinking of Bev. She would go down on me like a monkey. Lick me all over. Lick my balls, suck my ass, suck my prick off and do a damned good job of it, too."
"No doubt she was well experienced," Debbie said with a heavy sarcasm that got him angry.
"Damn it, just because she had a rather loose moral way of living," he told her angrily, "didn't mean she wasn't decent and honest. Matter of fact, I'd trust her a lot more than some of these so-called straight dames who wouldn't turn a trick."
"Maybe you should look for a woman who's a hustler," Debbie suggested. "I hear they make great wives. They've been around and they know all the tricks of the trade. They can give you all the licking and sucking and nibbling and swallowing... whatever."
Debbie did have a nasty way. Even though she was beautiful, when she talked like that Gary did not find it difficult to hate her.
"Sometimes," he said, "just sometimes - I think you're awful."
"Sorry about that," she told him.
The snippy look on her face got to him. He began thinking of what he could do to bring her down to earth.
"Bev had a body that wouldn't stop," he told her. "She was gorgeous, all over. And there wasn't any act she couldn't perform and do it well. That was one of the reasons I loved her so. She knew how to snap her pussy. And I mean her cunt was tight. She didn't need to use anything to get her pussy tight the way some women do who are in the business. She always was tight. As far as her ass, I never had better sodomy. She could wiggle her butt and take my prick up it like nothing. And as far as blow jobs, she must have been given lessons from the woman who invented it."
Getting disgusted with hearing all of these fine compliments about another woman, Debbie stopped him there.
"Now don't tell me they were doing things like that in the Garden of Eden?" she demanded. "You mean Adam was making it with Eve that way?"
"Hell, I wasn't back there then," he told her frankly. "I don't know how Adam did it to Eve. Frankly, I could care less. But what I do remember is how Bev blew me."
"Knock it off," Debbie snapped indignantly. "I've heard enough of your sad tale. I could tell you the experiences I've been through that would curl the hair on your balls. But I won't. I've suffered and suffered plenty. Now if you want more sex, baby, and you want to be nice to me, let me know. Because I'm getting mighty sick of hearing about you and other women having wild times together."
Gary was pleased. Debbie was obviously jealous. "Baby," he told her, "you could do me a big favor."
"What?"
"You could lend me something."
"Well, sure, if I have it," she told him. "Super," Gary smiled as he slapped her buttocks. "I want you to lend me your asshole so I can stab my prick up it."
She looked at him indignantly.
"That's is quite a request," she snapped. "I don't know whether or not I want you poking your pecker up my butt. You probably are a sadistic so- and-so who gets your kicks out of torturing people.
If Bev enjoyed being sodomized, that's Bev's business. But I don't enjoy it. Go find yourself some warped hustler or retired dancer who can accommodate you. Frankly, I am not interested. I've changed my mind about us getting together again. You'd better find another girl. 'Cause it's over for us, as far as I'm concerned."
Little did Debbie realize how angry her attitude was making Gary. If she had, she never would have responded that way. Gary looked at her and grabbed her.
"You fucking bitch!" he exclaimed. "I tell you everything I've been through and how poor little Bev suffered and died, and you're as cold as can be. Well, honey, you're a pretty cool cucumber, but I'll get you hot. I'll get you so hot you'll wiggle that cute ass for me any way I tell you to."
A look of rage filling his eyes indicated to her that she'd better take it easy.
"Come off it, honey," she said in a caressing voice. "I was only kidding. Maybe I was jealous of you talking about another woman so much. Maybe it was because I love you, darling."
She had changed her tune just as he had thought she could be twisted into changing it.
"On your knees," he told her, "and I want you " bending over."
"Why?" she demanded.
"When you feel my hard prick plunging up your asshole you'll know damn fucking well WHY!" he spat angrily.
She looked into his eyes. He did have a sadistic, cruel look in his face. Perhaps she could argue with him. She might give it a try.
"Baby," she said, "don't be so difficult."
"Difficult, my ass," he told her.
It was apparent to her that he was now determined to stab his cruel prick up her tortured ass, no matter what.
"Do you understand me?" he demanded.
"Yes, I understand you," she said grimly.
Nervously Debbie got to her knees. She was on the floor like an animal. She was bending over and he was glowering down at her.
"Is this the proper position, your highness?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder.
"Don't get nasty with me," he told her, "or I won't lube my dick before I slip it up your ass. Then you won't be cracking gags like that."
Debbie figured she'd better keep her mouth shut. When he knelt behind her to mount her, she was fearful. Sure enough, he had no lubrication. He was going to be an animal about it. She was certain that if she made any other negative remark, he would show her no mercy. He was a madman, bent only upon satisfying the raging sensual lusts that drove him to such depths of depravity.
As Gary gripped Debbie's buttocks, he suddenly lunged forward. And as he cruelly shoved his huge prick in a demented way, she felt him driving into her very bowels.
"OOOHHH, STOP, YOU'RE KILLING ME," she groaned in a frenzy. "DON'T DO IT. OOOHHH, I CANT TAKE IT. STOP IT, STOP IT!"
Her pleas and protests brought no response. He was damned determined to do what he wanted to.
He rammed it in with hard, passionate plunges.
"FUCK IT," he exclaimed. "FUCK."
He gripped her satin-smooth ass cheeks. He rammed it in ruthlessly, brutally.
"OH, GET IT OVER WITH," Debbie pleaded as she splayed her legs even wider to grant him greater access to her open ass. "AAAGGGHHH!" she gasped as the huge tip slithered through the tight opening, stretching her rectum until she was certain that she would be splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure.
He was ramming in now with deep, hard strokes.
"FUCK IT, FUCK IT," he groaned as he drove in between her ass cheeks. "FUCK. COME ON, BABY, FUCK. THAT'S HOW YOU DO IT. SCREW IT."
She wondered how much of this she could take.
"COME ON, BABY," he panted as he pumped it to her. "NOW YOU'RE SCREWING. THAT'S HOW YOU DO IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSS. GRIND IT. DOESN'T IT FEEL GOOD?"
It was terrible. She screamed hysterically as he kept driving his thick, lust-bloated erection deeper into the tightly clasping nether grip of her ravaged rectum. She could feel his hugeness impaling her far up her very bowels, viciously spreading the soft, fleshy sides of her rectal passage with thrust after thrust of unspeakable sodomistic ravishment.
Out of an instinct that was generated from total desperation, Debbie tightened her ass muscles, in a futile attempt to force the file, intruding hardness from her bowels - but it proved a mistake. Her desperate clenching only excited him that much more as the soft clinging walls of her rectum closed arousingly around his turgid stiffness. He began slamming it against her loins very hard. She could feel his pelvis against her upturned, naked white buttocks.
His balls swung heavily between her splayed thighs as he rammed it in with lewd, driving stabs. Her body glistened with a misty sheen of perspiration and the man's sweat beaded on his muscular abdomen, dripping hotly onto her skin.
"FUCK YOUR ASS," he gasped as he went on ramming it in her. "FUCK IT."
She glanced in the floor length mirror. Her eyes became as wide as two saucers, her mouth dropping open in fear and loathing as she resolutely pushed backward. But it only drove the rubbery head of his erect penis deeper between the tightly clenched bands of the muscle around her rectum.
"OOOHHH, BABY, I LOVE IT," he gasped as he ravaged her asshole with deep, hard cock stabs. "YES, BABY," he told her, "NOW YOU'RE FUCKING. FUCK IT."
He had her down on the floor, bending over, with her ass up in the air. He loved the sight of her rotating buttocks as he kept plunging deeper in her. His heavy testicles smashed into the passion- drenched crevice of her buttocks, making the whole sensitive area tingle and contract in response to each strange, delightful sensation.
"PUSH BACK TO ME," he demanded. "I WANT SOME COOPERATION. GIVE IT TO ME."
Debbie's body began to match Gary's driving thrusts with her own rhythmic thrashings and the straining of her body pleased him.
"THAT'S IT," he told her. "TWIST YOUR ASS. BABY, IT'S BEAUTIFUL." He chanted his enthusiasm over and over as he slammed his prick deep into her white, tight ass with long, hard, brutal lunges.
He grunted savagely, quickening his strokes, driving deep and hard until his massively pulsating prick bore up into the hidden, untouched recesses of her rectum.
Debbie's breasts heaved and quivered.
"I LOVE IT," he gasped as delicious waves of stormy feeling flashed through his impaling prick. "FUCK UP," he urged as he rammed it in all the way.
She responded, twisting her buttocks for him. His hands gripped her firm ass cheeks. He squeezed her buttocks as he went on driving in furiously. Each rapidly propelling thrust got her more excited.
"I LOVE IT," she finally panted as he pumped it to her. "OOOHHH, SCREW ME. HARDER, HARDER. I WANT YOUR PRICK. I WANT EVERY INCH OF IT."
It pleased him that she'd become this aroused. He reached underneath her and squeezed her bosoms. He pinched her taut nipples.
His hot sperm shot up her tight, tortured, twisting ass.
"BABY," he groaned. "OOOHHH, YES, YESSSS."
She ground her hips around on his stabbing, thrusting prick. It was the most exciting moment she'd ever experienced.
"YES, YESSS," he exclaimed hotly, "KEEP FUCKING. THAT'S HOW, HONEY. NOW YOU'RE DOING IT. FUCK OFF!"
He enjoyed passionately plunging his prick into her moist, slippery asshole. His cock was sloshing in his own cum.
"UP YOUR ASS," he panted as he lewdly, savagely fucked her until she was whimpering, mewling and groveling.
"I CAN'T STAND IT," Debbie cried as his sperm-laden balls exploded over and over. "STOP IT, STOP IT!"
The raging genital heat in his loins made it impossible for him to stop. His throbbing penis continued pistoning in and out of her tight, twisting ass as he finished impaling her on its skewering thickness.
When he finally did slip his ass from her rectum,, he rolled over, lay on the floor, and looked up at her. He saw her dripping pussy.
"Come over here, honey." he told her, "and sit in my face. I wanna lick your cunt."
Slowly she went over to him. She didn't waste any time. She lowered her vagina right over his face, smothering him with her blonde, curly pubic hair. He could taste the delicious sweetness of her cunt.
"You're hotter than a pistol," he told her. "Now let me lick you."
She moaned in passionate ecstasy.
"SUCK ME, GARY, SUCK MEEEE. I WANT IT. I WANT YOUR TONGUE IN ME."
This excited Gary. He enjoyed hearing a woman talking dirty.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," she gasped excitedly, "SLIP YOUR FINGER UP MY ASSHOLE. I LOVE IT."
Gary gripped her ass cheeks boldly. He squeezed them.
"AAAAHHH, I LOVE THAT," Debbie moaned in delight as wave after wave of ecstasy swept over her.
Suddenly he was licking at her cunt. Vigorously she pumped up and down on his stabbing tongue. She looked down at him and smiled.
"EAT IT," she said as a broad grin swept over her face. "EAT IT. THAT'S HOW, HONEY. OOOHHH, BABY, THAT'S RIGHT. SUCK ME, SUCK ME."
Hungrily he licked at her vagina. This was exactly what she required.
"YES, BABY, YES," she panted excitedly, "LICK IT. OOOHHH, HONEY, EAT MY CUNT."
He was obviously starving for pussy juice. Passionately he let his tongue lick her. Then he felt her juicing. As the cum juice shot down her inner thigh, she groaned with passionate release.
"OOOHHH, HONEY, LICK IT UP, LAP UP MY CUNT. OOOHHH, YOU CUNT LAPPER.
SUCK, SUCK, SUUUUCK!"
It pleased her that he was so uninhibited. But what thrilled her most of all was the way that she was obtaining multiple climaxes. Never before had she ever known sex to be so beautiful, so stimulating and exciting.
"OOOHHH, DARLING," she groaned "YOU'RE DRIVING ME APE."
He could hardly get over the stimulation that he felt in his body. It seemed as if she was on fire for fucking.
When he had finished making it with her and withdrew his tongue from her vagina, he remembered at the back of his mind what Frank had told him. Frank had told him to try to get her to go along with having sex with one of his friends.
As she looked at him, she told him how she felt about it all.
"The shame and despair and humiliation are gone, darling. Because it was you who wanted me. Not that you were using me for some other man's pleasure. Oh, Gary, I love you obscenely." Passionately she bent over and kissed him. Gary felt guilty as hell. He knew what he was up to. And he knew very well that Frank would be on his back bugging him if he didn't convince her that she should give in to someone else.
"You know, it wasn't my idea in the first place," he tried to explain to her.
"I know, dear," she said. "You were trying to please your boss. But it wasn't right for you to use me. And that's what it was, darling."
"Now that you put it that way," he agreed, "you're right and I was wrong. But you could see how I was trapped."
"Yes, dear," she admitted.
She threw her arms around him and hugged him again. Little did she realize that at this very moment he was laying strategy to get her to do his bidding again.
"Oh, honey, you look like a Greek god," she told him. "When you were fucking me all I could think of was how much pleasure it is when a person isn't afraid to give completely."
He told her that he wanted her to try one more act.
"Anything you say, darling," she agreed.
He put a pillow on the floor. Then he angled himself so his head was on the pillow on the floor and his hips were at the edge of the bed. He spread his legs wide and she knew what he wanted. He held his cock up to her.
"GET DOWN THERE AND LICK ME SOME MORE," he told her. "I LIKE YOUR MOUTH WORK."
She got on the bed. She looked at his spread, naked legs. Debbie could see the hair on his chest, the little bit of hair around his belly and all of the hair around his crotch. She gripped his huge cock. He loved it.
"LICK IT AND THEN GET DOWN THERE AND LICK THE BALLS," he told her.
She knelt over him. She enjoyed having him at this angle. Debbie liked seeing his expressions as he lay with his hand on the pillow on the floor. And his crotch was perfectly positioned so she had a perfect view of him.
"OOOHHH, MY BALLS," he told her, "LICK THEM."
Wasting no time she got down there and licked at his testicles. She saw his ass wiggling.
"FLIP YOUR TONGUE RIGHT AROUND MY ASS. RIM IT," he urged.
She flipped her tongue around his ass, rimming him, never taking her hand off his penis as she slowly stroked him. She could see his prick coming to life. It was getting harder. The huge knob at its crown was starting to ooze cum.
"OOOHHH, BABY," he told her, "I LOVE HAVING YOU THERE AROUND MY NUTS. NOW LICK MY ASS. GET RIGHT IN THERE." Her tongue swept to his ass crease. Soon she was flipping her tongue right up his rectum as he twisted and turned. Then wasting no time, she grabbed his cock and her mouth slid over it smoothly. She began rhythmically sucking on his prick.
"OOOHH," he groaned, "YOU'RE SO GOOD AT THIS. SUCK, BABY, SUCK."
He reached up to grip her hand. He squeezed her arm as she sucked on his dick.
"BABY," he told her, "SUCK MY PRICK. SUCK ME."
She was sucking smoothly, driving him almost out of his mind now. It wouldn't be much longer until he was cumming.
"OOOHHH, EAT IT," he urged frantically. "SUCK, BABY, SUCK."
Once more Gary imagined how stimulating it would be if he could have his boss Frank on top of the bed. Frank could be riding his prick up her ass while she was sucking off his cock. What a nice scene that could make.
"SUCK ME, SUCK ME," he hissed. "SUCK MY PRICK."
She grabbed his cock now and went to its base. He pumped up and down as he rode into her.
"OOOHHH," he told her, "SUCK. SUCK IT OFF."
He could feel his male member caressing the back of her throat as he sucked her hard.
"OOOHHH, YES, YESSS. SUCK, SUUUUCK!"
She was enjoying it. He let his cock slither down her throat and then he forcefully fucked her face.
He couldn't wait much longer. Hot sperm shot down her throat. She gulped greedily, enjoying every delicious drop of his slick cum.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSS. SUCK IT OFF."
He could see the sperm dripping from the corners of her lips as he finished humping her face.
When she pulled off his prick, he told her how super she was.
"Let's have a breather, baby," he told her.
It had been stimulating to have sex like this. And he knew he would never forget it.
"Baby," he told her, "you're too much."
She held him close to her.
"Promise me you'll never ask me to do anything like you did before."
"Don't worry, I never will," he told her.
They parted that evening and all the while Gary was thinking. Thinking about the lies that he'd told her to get back in good with her.
The next day when Frank talked to him about sex, he made a point of explaining that he expected cooperation.
"This girl is acting disgusting," Frank shook his head. "We gave her a marvelous time and then she got angry. I don't tolerate insubordination like that."
"We should have given her more time to break her in," Gary explained. "It was rather sudden to introduce an innocent girl to our wild kind of sexual encounter."
"Absurd," Frank said disgustedly. "She could learn quick. If she didn't enjoy it, why didn't she say so? She acted as though she loved it that night and then she pulled the Goody-Two-Shoes act. No way. That girl was aiming for more. She simply was trying to get a promise out of you for something in the way of a permanent relationship. I know these women like a book. Now you figure out a way to get her back. I have a friend of mine, Ken Larson, who would like to meet her. Ken has a big account with us and he's going to be coming into our office from Milwaukee next week. So set something up if you can with her, perhaps in a downtown hotel. Maybe that would appeal to her. Something posh and pleasant, but also something demented and sick."
Frank laughed at his own suggestion.
"Of course," Gary quipped quickly. "I don't believe it would be any fun unless it was like that." Frank glared at him.
"Are you suggesting that I'm not going the right thing?" he demanded.
"No, boss, no," he told him. "I think it's wonderful that you enjoy life and if I can only convince this ridiculous girl that I love her and all that, but I still want her to have fun with other men."
"Precisely," Frank said. "And you have a way with women. They believe you. You are a little younger and I suppose you can put on the act more effectively."
CHAPTER TWELVE
After a couple of evenings of taking Debbie out to dinner, it became apparent to Gary that he would have to introduce the subject of another little party.
"Next week," he suggested, "we're having a little office party."
"How nice," Debbie smiled.
"Yes, and we're gonna have it in one of the big hotels downtown. We're taking a suite," he explained. "One with a view of the lake and we'll probably have champagne and the whole trip." Gary had let the cat out of the bag. When he said "the whole trip," her eyes opened wide.
"Whole depravity scene?" she nearly hissed. "Baby doll," he told her, "what in the hell are you talking about?"
"You know," she said in a caressing voice. "Where women are humiliated, ravished and all the rest for some man's business contact. If that's what you have in mind, forget it."
Gary laughed.
"You are so suspicious," he told her, "and it's ridiculous. Honey, I wish you wouldn't be like that. You have a great future if you can be a swinger. It wouldn't hurt if we were married and if we swapped. I mean, a lot of guys who are in business like to swap with each other. I mean, they switch wives and have fun. It's just a matter of getting used to it. Don't you sometimes yearn to know what it would be like to take another guy on besides me? After all, there are other men in the world."
She looked at him sadly.
"You don't seem to realize that I'm not that kind of woman."
"But you could work at it," he teased.
She shook her head.
"It isn't in the cards for us to get together," she began saying.
Then he looked at her. With sad eyes and some embarrassment he told her, "Maybe I don't always do what I want to. Maybe I'm under pressure to please someone else. Did that ever occur to you?"
Sighing heavily, she looked at him and told him quite frankly, "Well, that's too bad. But what am I supposed to do?"
"You're supposed to help me out, damn it," he exclaimed. "I can't help it that Frank finds you the most attractive blonde woman that he's ever seen in his life."
All of a sudden she saw an opportunity to better both herself and Gary.
"If he finds me that attractive, darling," she told him, "I think he should promote you. After all, it's a package deal. You and me. That is, if you will get serious."
"You mean like getting married?" he asked nervously.
"Yes," she answered. "What else? I don't want to live together in sin. I'd rather be married and then if we both cared to swap, we could call that sophisticated sex, not sin."
Gary was pleased to see that Debbie could fragment her morality.
"Beautiful," he told her. "You have the right idea, honey. I like the way you think. I mean, you understand what is happening in the world."
"I'm not as dumb as you think I am," she told him. "I just don't want to be left out in the cold. If you marry me and he wants to use me now and then to help you, he had better make sure that you're given a better position. That's all there is to it."
"Hey, that's a good idea," Gary said as he began realizing that she was pitting him against his boss, Frank. But it really was to his benefit.
"I'll bring that up with Frank when I see him," he told her.
The next day when Gary was in his office and Frank called him in to talk over the accounts, he asked him, "How's it coming with Debbie. Is she agreeable to our little get together downtown next week?"
"Yes... with a couple of conditions," Gary smiled.
"What are they?"
"She wants me to marry her," he smiled.
"Well, she'd make a good wife," Frank said, "and then you have some pussy when you need it. Of course, there's always plenty running around, but it's nice to have some at home just in case you don't locate something some dreary night at a bar."
"What a beautiful view of marriage you have," Gary said with sarcasm.
"Realistic, my friend, realistic."
Frank's eyes glistened as he asked what the second condition was.
"Debbie feels that if her services are of such value that I should reap benefits."
Frank jumped out of his chair.
"Damn it, she does sound like a wife already," he said. "Scheming! That's what they do. Forever trying to figure out ways to carve a man up. I mean, all we want is a little party and a little free nooky. And she wants to turn it into some big deal. Damn it, I guess there's nothing for free."
"Nothing, boss," Gary grinned.
Frank sat down in his chair and slumped back.
He looked up at Gary.
"Now what the fuck am I supposed to do?" he demanded. "Make you vice-president of our company?"
"Not a bad idea," Gary acknowledged.
"Well, you're not gonna get it," Frank snapped. "Not that. I will advance you and give you a little more money as you'll need a larger salary if you marry. And I think it might have a calming influence. I know with some of our men when they marry they seem to perform better."
"What happened to your marriage?" Gary laughed.
"I don't care to go into that," Frank said angrily. "We're talking business now. Perhaps I could advance you to another position and give you some more money. But I want some cooperation from your lovely bride-to-be if she is concerned about your future. If she's making demands she should be able to give satisfaction where it counts. A gorgeous blonde like that does have an ace card when it comes to power. She knows it and I know it and you know it. All right, damn it, I'll give it on this count. But I don't want any of this silly talk to go on every time we have a little party."
Shaking his head, Gary suggested, "Maybe we'll have a swap session after we tie the knot."
"No way," Frank shook his head. "My wife is very strict. As a matter of fact, Myrtle doesn't believe in sex at all. She says that she's gone beyond that and is into a meditation dimension, whatever that is. She mumbles something and she says that she is using some magic words that cost her a lot of money. It's supposed to bring her good luck, good health and all the other crap. Well, so much for Myrtle."
"Now when is this get-together?" Gary asked. "Well, Ken Larson is gonna be here next Thursday night," he explained, "and we can take over a lovely suite at a lake-shore hotel and we'll have everything catered. He doesn't like to have many women, but he is very much interested in a woman who likes an orgy. Different men, so you can be there and I can be there and he can, too. In other words, he wants a four-person sex orgy with three men and one woman. Undoubtedly this will shock and surprise and stun your sweet innocent bride-to-be. But try to let her realize it can only bring her pleasure and happiness if she participates in our little parties now and then. You might explain that Myrtle is half-mad and I need to get my sexual servicing, too."
That would be all the information that he would have to relate to Debbie to give her a feeling of such power that she might even ask to be a vice- president of the company herself, Gary thought.
"What are you thinking?" Frank asked, observing the frowning expression surfacing on Gary's face.
"It's kind of complicated," he confessed, "but I think I can get her to agree. She's been so tied up with her job at this office secretarial pool that she gets home late. I hate to have her working and screwing all night and everything."
"I understand," Frank nodded. "Just tell her to take the day off and we'll give her double what she would have gotten on her job and some other little fee that might make her happy. Now let's say we could give her a little bonus of five hundred. That might interest her."
"I'm sure it would please her very much," Gary agreed. "As long as she doesn't look upon it as peddling her ass like some cheap slut."
"Cheap slut!" Frank said, once more jumping from his chair. "Five hundred dollars! Why you can get two all night girls in Vegas for that. High class ass, too. She'd better not say that I'm putting her in the position of a cheap slut and throwing five hundred dollars away on her butt."
"Calm down, calm down," Gary said. "I'll just have to approach it delicately. After all, she has her ego. And everybody has to be handled with kid gloves. None of this is easy, boss, and you know it isn't."
"I know," he confessed. "That's why I've had so damned much fucking trouble with Myrtle. I will never forget how happy Myrtle and I were when we were kids. I guess I shouldn't have asked her to go down on me on our wedding night. That got her uptight."
"So what did you do?"
"I went down on her," Frank chuckled, "and I got so angry I bit her clit too hard, and damn it, if she didn't want to let me touch her for another month."
Laughing, Gary told him, "You probably were so stoned on champagne you didn't know what you were screwing or doing. You do have a vile temper, Frank, if you don't mind my saying so."
"Of course I mind you saying so," he snapped angrily. "But it is the truth. Now run along and get some work done today because we can't have this office all play and no work."
Gary went back to his desk and picked up his account book and went down to The Loop to see some of the people that he had to sell his products to.
That evening he talked to Debbie about the planned party.
"Your suggestion to Frank wasn't bad. He went along with it. As a matter of fact, Frank says he's gonna up my salary, give me a better position, and you can have five hundred for the little party. He wants to pay you twice what you'd get for your day of work on Thursday so you won't be knocked out when you join our party. He wants you fresh, in other words."
At first it bothered Debbie thinking about what she was doing. Then she changed her mind.
"You know," she said, "I used to think women who sold it were stupid fools. Maybe they're not. Maybe they've got something going. All right, I will take up his offer, but I want you to understand that I expect to go through with our marriage. Of course, I recognize we're not living in the Dark Ages and Puritan Ethic has all but vanished. Nevertheless, we have to have some moral code of behavior or we're all gonna get screwed. I mean, if you felt you could use me, discard me, and never have to worry about paying the price, I realize you might try it."
A smirk on her face indicated how much she believed what she was saying.
"Honey," he said in frustration, "what can I say?"
The wantonness that lay beneath her innocence was what Gary had brought out. And she knew it.
"Underneath this sweet lovely innocent woman is a passionate female waiting to be screwed," she confessed.
"I know that," he told her, "and I know it very well. Honey, let's have sex tonight. Just you and me. For old time's sake."
"Well, you're gonna have it with me a couple nights down the road, darling," she reminded him, "and it makes me goose-bumpy just thinking about it."
"Forget it," he told her. "Let's have some fun right now."
They took a shower together and he enjoyed letting the soap slide over her gorgeous bosoms. After he had washed and soaped them off, he went to her pussy. He inserted the soap into her vagina. He pulled it in and out and she responded by a humping motion.
"Oh, I love that," she said. "I really do."
It was a pleasure to wash Gary off. She washed his balls with the soap and then washed his ass crack and his penis.
They let the water cleanse them and then dried off. Returning into the bedroom, they got on the bed together. She looked at his cock and admitted: "You've got the longest dick I've ever seen."
He told her that he wanted her to get on the edge of the bed and spread her legs as far apart as she could. Then he knelt at the side of the bed and pushed his tongue into her ragged pussy edges.
"OOOHHHH, HONEY, THAT TONGUE OF YOURS," she panted as she felt the tip of his tongue darting around way up inside her cunt. "I CAN'T STAND IT. YES, BABY, YES."
She loved the sensation of his tongue sliding back and forth, searching inside of her.
"BABY," she panted as he pistoned it between the moisture-covered lips of her vagina, "I LOVE IT."
He kept flipping his tongue back and forth, driving her almost crazy.
"YES, YESSS," she cried passionately, "KEEP DOING IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT. SUCK ME, SUCK MEEEE."
The pungent scent of her crotch stimulated him, and then he licked around her asshole.
"OOOHHH, BABY, I WANT YOUR COCK IN MY CUNT," she told him. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME."
He pulled his tongue away, kneeling at the edge of the bed. He had her legs spread as far as he could as he suddenly plunged his big prick in her vagina. Her cuntal muscles gripped his cock as he thrust forward.
"OOOHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she gasped as she felt the breath being squeezed out of her.
But it didn't matter. She was at the peak of climax. Debbie knew that it wasn't going to be but seconds away.
'OOOHHH, LET ME FEEL IT," she panted. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME!"
She wanted those wonderful gushes of hot, creamy liquid bathing her cunt. She wanted to feel him shooting. It was pure ecstasy as he rammed it to her.
"OHHHH, I LOVE IT," she cried in wanton abandon.
He steadied his hands on either side of her head. He was ramming it to her with deep, plunging cock stabs. Her cuntal muscles continued squeezing his thick prick as he rammed forward.
"BABY," he told her, "FUCK. FUCK IT."
This was exactly what she had imagined sex should be. As he rammed it into her pussy and felt her twisting and turning, she became more aroused. With one hand he reached out and gripped her breasts. He squeezed her tits as he fucked her. The young appealing blonde brushed the silken hair from the sides of her face. She felt his shaft sliding rhythmically into her. She responded by pushing back. Her loins began to throb and pound hard against him.
"YES, OOOHHH, YES," she panted as her cuntal grip tightened around his rigid prick like a warm, moist fist.
Their limbs entwined and their bodies ground against each other until they both glistened with perspiration.
"I WANT YOU," Debbie gasped. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME."
Passionately he went on plunging into her. He looked at her eyes with delight.
"OOOHHH, YES, YES," she chanted over and over. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, PLEASE FUUUUUCK MEEEE."
He grunted savagely, quickening his strokes, hard and deep, until his massively pulsating prick bore deep into the hidden recesses of her womb. Her breasts were heaving and quivering up against the pressure of his chest, the hardened nipples digging into his skin. Nothing could matter now but his deep-panting grunts and his frantic fucking. She loved the giant blood-filled head of his prick sliding into her hot cunt. He was driving in like a well-oiled piston.
"FINGER MY ASS," he ordered.
She reached behind his buttocks. Debbie parted his ass cheeks and gently eased her finger right up his rectum. She could feel his pulsing balls slapping against her buttocks as he rammed it deep in her pussy.
"OOOHHH, I'M ALMOST THERE," he cried frantically. "FUCK, BABY, FUCK." Rhythmically he rode into her. He was humping her and ramming in to orgasm.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES, I'M CUMMMMMMING!"
His lust-bloated balls exploded. Her cunt voraciously sucked him in. She whimpered with delight as she felt his sperm-laden balls exploding. The blue-veined hardness of his prick continued driving in her. Its skewering thickness thrilled her.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," she groaned as she felt the male sperm shooting into her.
Her moist, slippery cunt provided fantastic lubrication as he went on fucking her. The raging crescendo within her own body was responding. All at once she was juicing. She was providing ample lubrication for his prick as he exploded.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M CUMMING," she groaned. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME."
Waves of delirious pleasure shot through her body as she came, too. She kept her finger plunging up his tight asshole until he had finished exploding.
Slowly she eased her finger from his rectum and then he pulled his prick from her pussy.
"OOOHHH, BABY," he told her, "YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL. I LOVED IT."
They were clasping each other now.
"I... I wish I didn't have to do anything with anyone else," Debbie confessed.
"But it's for the both of us," he explained. "You've got a gorgeous body. You can make men go ape. I appreciate what you're doing for me. Don't think of it as for them, baby. Think of it as us. The two of us."
Her cuntal wall clasped his sliding, impaling thickness. She was cumming again.
"OOOHHH," she groaned as her hotly gushing juices filled her vagina.
Slowly he eased his prick out of her. Her eyes looked at him lovingly.
"I adore you, you know that, don't you, Gary?"
His smoldering brown eyes looked into her soft blue eyes.
"Yes, baby, I know it," he said.
His hands reached out to play with her warm breasts. He jiggled them together and pinched the nipples lightly.
"You love my tits, don't you?" she smiled.
"I love you all over," he told her. "You have a sexual sorcery that is driving me out of my mind." The raging passions became momentarily stilled, awaiting whatever the lovers would do next.
"Baby," she said, "you know, I even enjoyed being hurt by you. When you were screwing my ass, at first I hated you. Then I suddenly enjoyed it. I forgot the pain. I thought of the pleasure. That made me happy."
Gary clasped her tightly in his arms. He squeezed her curving, smooth, blonde buttocks.
"Anything you want," she told him. "That's the way it is between the two of us. You know that, darling, don't you?"
"You bet I do," he whispered. "Anything. Just for the two of us. That's the way it is now and that's the way it's always gonna be."
Her eyes lit up as she clutched him tightly. She squeezed his buttocks. Then her hands reached up to his shoulders as she gripped him tightly, pulling him ever closer to her. Then his lips found hers. Slowly he licked her lips and mouth opened. His tongue eased inside. She sucked on his tongue as he lay there holding her in his tight embrace.
"Remember Thursday night," he told her. "That's when we're gonna make it together. Don't worry, you'll love it, too. It'll be fun. A cock in your cunt, a cock in your ass, and a cock in your mouth. That's it, baby. You can't have anymore. Three men to one woman. Doesn't that ignite your passions?"
"Yes, yes, it does," she confessed honestly. "It will be interesting to see what it's like. I've always been curious."
He smiled at her.
"Baby, your wildest fantasies are gonna spring to life Thursday. There will be the four of us. We'll take turns. We won't hurt you. We'll love you -love you all over."
Gary's coaxing, caressing tones lulled her into a strange erotic desire that was so delicious it made her wish that Thursday night was that very night. It was peculiar that this could happen, but it was happening.
"Baby, I'm looking forward to it, just like you are," she whispered.
Her sensuous voice, her limpid blue eyes, and her soft, feminine ways had him right where she wanted him. He was in the palm of her hand. It was difficult to tell who was taking advantage of whom, for they both were so fascinated with sex and each other that all they could think about was screwing and making love.
"I'll be so glad to leave that fucking office on Thursday," she told him. "I'm tired of typing. They're not easy. Those insurance forms have so many figures that you have to say just the right thing. But one way or another I'll do it okay."
"I know you will, too," he assured her.
It was not going to be easy, but there wasn't any doubt in Debbie's mind that she was doing the correct thing.
"I love you," he told her. "I really do."
"And I love you," she said. "So very much." Passionately they kissed some more. His hands continued playing with her bosoms, caressing them.
When they pulled away from each other they realized they had better call it a night.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
In a way Debbie was almost looking forward to the orgy action with Ken Larson. Judging from the description that Gary had given her of him, he was quite a big wheel. After all, Debbie thought to herself, she had to consider her best interests. While it was true she loved Gary, she recognized it was possible to love someone else, too. Maybe Ken Larson would prove to be quite a man for her.
Everything was set and she was ready for some wild sex action when Gary phoned her.
"Frank has talked to Ken about getting together for an orgy," he told her, "and he's all for it, except for one thing. He wants to have you alone for a while so he can do it to you without anyone interfering."
She was almost disappointed. For she had felt as though in an orgy she would be the center of all of the action.
"Well, all right," she shifted nervously as she spoke with him, "but I thought it was going to be a four-way. I was almost anxious to have it that way."
"Forget it," he told her. "We're trying to please Ken first. Don't worry, baby, you'll have a good time at an orgy. But first he wants to make it with just you alone."
"That is putting all of the burden on me for pleasing him. And if I please him and your deal goes through, I really should receive some kind of fee commensurate with what I've accomplished."
It was now obvious how greedy Debbie had become.
"So little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes is talking price now," he sneered.
It pleased Debbie that she had him getting so uptight. She was cool and in complete command of the situation.
"What's wrong, honey!" she asked, never changing the pleasant tone of her voice.
"Remember how things used to be?" he demanded.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she told him.
"Oh, I think you do," he insisted. "You were Little Miss Puritan. You didn't want to do anything that was wrong."
"Let's just say I hadn't had the experience that -some women had. Now I feel perfectly able to handle myself."
That didn't exactly please Gary. He recognized that he had developed her and now that he was seeing the results of his own work he wasn't pleased.
To make sure she looked her best, Debbie had purchased a special blue dress. Its soft filmy material clung to her body. It seemed to be pasted on.
Her shimmering blonde hair falling about her shoulders had a halo effect. Her deep set blue eyes were made up just right, not too much.
When she went to the hotel on the lakefront, she was introduced to Ken Larson over drinks in the bar. Ken was indeed a handsome man. He was about six feet tall and had blonde hair and blue eyes, just like Debbie.
"Pleased to meet you, Ken," Debbie smiled her best.
"Glad to meet a nice lady like you," he told her. "I've heard so many nice things about you."
"Don't believe everything you hear," Debbie warned him.
They laughed and engaged in small talk and then Frank suggested that they might adjourn so they could go up to the suite that he had rented for Ken and the rest of them, high above the busy traffic on Michigan Boulevard, overlooking the lake.
"Why that would be nice," he told her. "Just you and I would go up first and then Frank and Gary could join us later. I thought it would be better just to get acquainted on a one-on-one basis at first."
Frank and Gary said they would drink and periodically check with Ken to see when it would be a good time for them to join the orgy.
When they got up to the suite, Debbie was indeed impressed. It was a luxurious suite with a magnificent view.
"What's a lovely girl like you doing in a profession like this?" Ken smiled as he picked up the phone and ordered booze for them from room service.
"I knew you were going to ask that," Debbie nodded, "as I'm not a typical hooker. Matter of fact, I'm not a hooker at all."
"Well, baby, tell me, how did you become involved in sex parties like the one we're gonna have tonight?"
"If you must know," she explained, "my loyal lover and husband-to-be uses me. I objected at first. However, when I met his boss Frank and I was pitted against the two of them, I had to use some strategy. I really care for Gary and I think some day he will learn to care for me the way a normal man should care for his bride-to-be. However, until that time I have to put on quite an act. You see, he has had some rather disappointing experiences in sex and marriage. It soured him. And I have to do my damndest to bring him around to where he had appreciate normal and beautiful married life with a girl like me."
"But if you're fucking around," Ken shook his head in amazement, "how is that gonna help prove to him that you could have a nice marriage relationship?"
"He's bound to get jealous," she said in a low, husky voice, "and he has gotten jealous when I have had sex in front of his very eyes with his boss Frank. As a matter of fact, I could detect jealousy tonight. He knows that I find you a very handsome and appealing man."
"I'm indeed flattered," Ken told her, "but, baby, I feel kind of guilty. I wouldn't mind it so much if it were your business. But it obviously isn't."
"Gary has taught me the fine techniques of lovemaking. As a matter of fact, I probably could turn a trick and make plenty of money if I wanted to go into that line of work."
The bus boy came and brought them drinks. He placed them on a small cocktail table and Ken tipped him generously. When he was gone Ken began drinking.
"We'll unwind a little more when we are bombed, baby," he told her. "But it's interesting what you're telling me about your relationship with Gary and Frank. They're both nice guys and I can understand why they enjoy you. You do happen to have that fresh, blonde feminine appeal that could drive any man mad. Frank always enjoys involving me in orgies. I guess I like them, but I'm not quite as wild as he is. When he had three-to-one situations with a fabulous female such as yourself, apparently it drives him ape."
"Doesn't it drive you ape?" she teased.
"Well, in a way," he admitted, "but it is sort of demented. I mean, when you have a prick slipping in your asshole and another cock in your cock and somebody face fucking you, it doesn't seem exactly natural, does it?"
Shaking her head, Debbie told him bluntly, "How would I know if I've never had it happen?" He looked at her in amazement.
"You're quite a daring girl," he told her. "You know that, don't you?"
She nodded. Debbie came over to the sofa where he was sitting. Slowly she unzipped his fly. She reached in and felt of his huge, throbbing penis through his shorts.
"You want something?" Ken smiled.
"Yes," she told him softly, "I want to suck on it."
He grinned.
"It's yours, baby," he told her. "Pull it out and do anything you want with it. Just don't bite down too hard. Might need it again."
She got between his legs and knelt. Then she fumbled in his shorts and pulled out his throbbing, big prick.
"Okay," he grinned, "I'll let you suck on me." She enjoyed looking at his big penis. But she was hardly prepared for Ken's next suggestion.
"Worship it, doll," he told her. "Go ahead. Suck it -- lick it. Isn't that a nice piece of man meat you're looking at?"
She looked at his blue-veined, turgid penis. It did seem appealing to her. At first she let her hand slide over its hard surface and then she grasped Ken's thick, meaty cock firmly as she prepared to mount him.
Debbie raised up her head and let his prick slip wetly over her bottom lip as he entered her mouth. She licked it heartily, sucking it with the hollowed strength of her cheeks until it was beginning to harden even more.
Her hands gripped his buttocks. Her mouth moved back and forth along his throbbing, long penis.
"SUCK... SUCK... OOOHHHH, DEBBIE, BABY, EAT MY COCK... GO AFTER THE JUICE."
The muscular, handsome, blonde man watched as Debbie continued sucking on his long, pulsating penis. She kept her eyes open, enjoying the sight of his saliva-slickened hard-on as he pumped his prick manfully in her face. She was anxious to taste his semen. She wanted to suck and swallow his young, virile seed. This was most intimate of connections and she felt as though it was a great honor to be licking on his prick. Even though she'd only met half an hour before in the bar, now she had him. She liked having him this way. And she enjoyed it when he reached down to guide her.
"OH, YOU LIKE COCK SUCKING," he told her. "THAT'S IT, OHHH, BABY, NOT TOO MUCH SUCTION. YOU'RE GONNA GET ME OFF TOO QUICK. LET ME ENJOY IT."
She eased off his prick so it wouldn't instantly explode. He let it slide to the back of her throat as he began enjoying it intensely.
"COME ON, BABY," he grunted as he rocked his cock deeper down her throat.
Ken watched as he reached down to grip her head, to hold her there while he thrust his huge, slick prick deeper down her throat. His agitated balls tingled to the sensation of her hot, grasping mouth as he let his prick slip so far down her throat she thought she'd choke on all of his man meat. He enjoyed the sight of his lust-bloated balls riding her chin as he continued pumping his thick prick meat down her throat.
"AAAAHHH, OOOHHH, YES, YESSSS, SUCK, SUCK, SUCK ME OFF."
She rhythmically sucked his prick as she got more excited than ever. Her fingers played about his balls.
"OOOHHH," he groaned, "OHH, STOP FOR A WHILE. YOU'RE DRIVING ME APE."
She pulled her mouth off his cock. She caught her breath and looked up at him.
"KEN, BABY," she told him, "WHY DON'T YOU TAKE EVERYTHING OFF. I'LL SUCK YOUR BALLS AND I'LL EVEN LICK YOUR ASS. HOW WOULD YOU LIKE THAT?"
As he looked at the gorgeous female, the thought of her going down on his ass thrilled him and excited him even more.
"You're on," he grinned as he got to his feet and went into the bedroom.
It didn't take Ken long to strip. As he stood there stark naked with his throbbing cock standing up in front of him, he was indeed a handsome man.
His broad shoulders, trim waist and sinewy ass cheeks, and throbbing, long prick all appealed to her.
She wasted no time. Debbie immediately stripped, went over to him, and pulled on his cock.
"Baby, I'm ready," he told her.
They got on the bed together. She told him to lie on his stomach and then she massaged her great bosoms against his ass cheeks. He loved that sensation. Next she began caressing and massaging his buttocks with her tongue.
"Arch your ass up," she told him, "so I can get in there and tongue fuck it."
The blonde, muscular man arched his buttocks to give her easy access to his asshole. She parted his buttocks with her tongue. When she arrived at his tight anus, she stiffened her tongue. and slid it right up his asshole. Rhythmically she rucked his butt with her tongue, providing fantastic sensations to her lover. Her finger tips played with his balls.
"OOOHHH, YOU'RE DRIVING ME APE," Ken groaned. "I CAN'T STAND IT."
The moment that Ken realized he had gotten so excited that he would be shooting his load, he rolled over. Grasping his throbbing penis at its base, he aimed it for her lips.
"NOW SUCK ME AND SWA I LOW IT," he said lustfully.
She crouched over him. In a worshipful way she gripped his huge man meat. Letting her mouth slip over his cock, she felt him thrusting his male member against the back of her throat.
"OOOHHH," he groaned as he drove his hard cock down her throat and exploded. "AAAHHH, OHHHH, YES, YES. SUCK ME, SUCK ME OFF. COME ON, OOOHHH, COCK EATER, SUCK, SUCK IT OFF."
Ken gasped as he rhythmically rode his prick to a flash-flood of thick, spurting cum.
"SWALLOW ME," he groaned. "OOOHHH, YES, YES, SUCK IT OFF."
Hungrily Debbie gulped, swallowing every drop of his thick, tasty sperm load. It was surprising to her how his taste was so distinct.
Her hands played with his balls while she finished eating him off.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
When she sucked his prick until it tickled, he told her to slide off. Reluctantly she released his cock.
"You're wild," he told her.
"I guess I am," she admitted.
Ken reached for the telephone. He called the bar and talked to Frank. He told them to come on up.
When Frank arrived at the door, Ken slipped a towel around his waist and answered the door. Frank and Gary came in.
"Hey, she's a real nice gal," he smiled.
"It couldn't happen to a nicer man," Frank observed, "and I'm sure she enjoyed it, too. She's an absolute darling when it comes to appreciating good sex."
Smiling, the two men began undressing. Ken surprised Debbie because his prick never went down. He still had a hard-on.
"I wanna screw her ass, " he immediately declared.
"How immoral," Frank chuckled.
It didn't take long before they were ready.
"I'm gonna fuck her pussy," Frank insisted.
"Then you should get on your back on the bed," Ken advised. "She can shove her cunt down over your prick. I'll enter her from behind. And Gary can face fuck her."
It was going to be a difficult situation. However, Debbie was determined to enjoy it. Ken, at least, was agreeable to using some lubricant. He had a small tube of KY that he had brought with him.
"You come prepared," she smiled.
Frank had a hard-on when he would snake it and lie on his back. It always aroused him to engage in an orgy like this. Immediately she straddled his cock. Reaching down, she gripped it and guided it into her hot hole, and then Ken got on the bed behind her.
"I'M GONNA MOUNT YOUR ASS, BABY," he said in a sadistic voice.
She closed her eyes and bent over. She felt him slowly pressing his slickened cock between her curvaceous ass cheeks.
"OOOHHH, TAKE IT EASY WHEN YOU SHOVE THAT PRICK UP MY ASSHOLE," she warned him.
It was awful. His huge cock head would almost kill her. She felt it pressing against her tight anus and was terrified, but Ken only kept sliding it up farther, ever farther.
"TAKE IT EASY," she pleased.
She felt the tip of his prick shove to her tight anus. With a forceful, hard jab, Ken gasped, "FUCK IT!"
She felt it slide between her ass cheeks.
"FUCK, OOOHHH, FUCK," he panted as he pumped it to her, "FUCK IT."
She could feel it driving past her tight anal ring and right into her tight, tortured asshole. It felt awful. It was even more degrading to be doing it with both of them.
"SWING YOUR BUTT," Ken demanded as he roughly fucked her.
Frank was enjoying it enormously. There was something about degrading Gary's bride-to-be that added to the fire in his loins.
"GARY," he called out, "YOU'D BETTER SCREW HER FACE. WE'RE ALL GONNA MAKE IT TOGETHER AT THE SAME TIME." Debbie's ass cheeks rose and fell in the rhythm of his sliding prick. She hated him for degrading her like this. Out of the corner of her eye she could see him grasping her buttocks and shoving his long, hard cock deep into her.
"FUCK MY PRICK," Ken panted as he pumped it to her. "SHOVE BACK. I'LL RIDE IT UP YOUR ASS ALL THE WAY."
She wanted to throw up. Her head was spinning, her stomach was churning as her ass rose and fell in time to his throbbing prick plunging up her ass without mercy.
Getting over to the side and to the front of her, Gary knelt. He angled his hard prick to her lips.
"GO DOWN ON IT," he told her.
It was really quite difficult to accommodate three men at the same time, Debbie was discovering. She let her mouth slip over the head of Gary's penis.
"SUCK ME," he told her, "SUCK IT."
Her cuntal muscles seized Frank's prick. At the same time her lips fastened firmly on Gary's sliding, stabbing cock, and then she twisted her ass around, just as Ken told her to.
The ardent flames of lust that burned in Ken's balls forced him to do what he had to. With a hard- driving jab he plunged his prick all the way up her tight asshole.
"OOOHHH, YES," he exclaimed like an animal in heat.
His cries reached the point of hysteria. He clamped his hands over her smooth ass cheeks. She was squirming under his weight but it was to no avail. Ken was so strong and powerful that he kept her under submission quite easily.
"FUCK," he demanded, "FUCK IT."
The desperate pain at the initial thrust into her asshole had almost killed her. Now he was sliding up her tight rectum with urgency.
At the same time Gary was running his fingers through her silky blonde hair.
"EAT MY PRICK," he panted. "SUCK, BABY, SUCK."
Ken was driving deeper into her butt, and as he did so he was getting more excited.
"OOOHHH! YES!" he grunted as he kept plunging his prick up her tight, rubbery asshole. "COME ON, BABY," he groaned, "WE'RE GONNA MAKE IT."
Debbie was in pain. That rapturous, secret pain that only a female can ever know, the agonizingly delicious pain of being ass fucked. Every inch of Ken's hard, manly prick was in her. Her nakedness beneath him, mewling and writhing with frenzied urgency pleased and aroused him.
"Let's make it together," Frank panted as he kept driving in her clutching pussy.
Frank could feel Ken's stabbing prick. Only a thin sheath of flesh divided his slipping, thrusting cock from Ken's stabbing prick pistoning in her asshole. She felt powerless between the three of them. She wanted to scream, but couldn't. She could feel Ken pumping his prick in her ass swiftly and then slowly. Debbie enjoyed the slow, rhythmic way he'd build to a crescendo and then he'd stop, just before he spilled his balls.
"OOOHHH," he groaned, "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK OFF!"
At this point Ken's cock exploded high up her tight, twisting asshole. He was thrusting in his own cum juice as he continued pistoning into her butt.
Frank became excited. He didn't want to be outdone by Ken. He drove it deeply into her pussy and shot his load, too.
"AAAHHH, OOOHHH, YES, YESSSS!"
His stabbing prick exploded in her pussy. Her cuntal muscles seized his cock, milking him.
This, in turn, stimulated Gary. He rammed his cock down her throat.
"EAT ME, EAT ME," he panted as he pumped it to her. "OOOHHH, SUCK OFF."
Gripping her head tightly, he drove in and exploded. She had experienced the utter degradation and humiliation of being fucked by three men. One shooting his cum in her asshole and still fucking her there, while the other had gotten his rocks off in her pussy and was still continuing to thrust. Now her lover, her husband-to-be was shooting his load in her mouth, watching the two other men make it with her.
"SUCK IT OFF," he groaned. " SUCK EVERY DROP OF IT. OOOHHH, YES, SUCK OFF." To her amazement she was cumming now, too, and as her cuntal juices flowed freely around Frank's hotly stabbing prick, she sucked the cream right out of her lover's cock.
"AAAHHH, YES, YES, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, Gary grunted loudly. "EAT ME. SUCK EVERY DROP, BABY. SUCK OFF."
She finished sucking on his prick and then he told her to stop. Easing her mouth off his cock, she looked over her shoulder and laughed. Ken was easing his slick prick from her behind. Pulling her pussy from Frank's cock, she rolled over and lay there, pantingly.
"WOW!" Debbie gasped.
Ken and Frank took a shower and discussed business in the other room, while she and her husband-to-be were left alone.
"Baby, you were beautiful tonight," Gary told her. "You really performed. Ken went ape fucking your ass."
"We fucked some sense into my head," she told him. "I'm splitting up with you, Gary. You probably would degrade me and humiliate me like this if I was ever such a fool as to marry you."
Gary was furious. After all, he had arranged this with her approval.
"That's a fine thank you," he told her. "I never would want to marry you anyway. You can go to hell in a bread basket."
Moments later Frank came in and thanked Debbie for her superb performance.
"I have a little check for you, honey," he told her.
She looked at the check. It was for a thousand dollars.
"You earned it," he told her. "I got the account and it was all because of you."
Smiling, Debbie got to her feet. She went over to her purse and placed the check inside.
"I guess I can go now," she told him.
"Yes, it's all right," Frank assured her.
Debbie never let on to Frank how angry she was over the orgy. She simply dressed and Gary dressed, too. He followed her out of the suite and down the hall to the elevator.
"Get lost," she snapped.
When they got in the elevator and went down to the lobby, Gary still was trying to get her to listen to reason.
"But, honey, I didn't have any options," he kept explaining.
"Tough," she snapped. "You do your thing, I'll do mine. But I sure as hell am not gonna go through all the bother of getting married so I can become a hooker."
The smirk on her face and the disgust in her eyes told him the story. It was all over.
