Long Island was a large place, much larger than Mariane Jacquesin had imagined. She knew it was part of New York, and yet it was not part of New York. In order for her to get to Long Island, once she landed at Kennedy Airport, she discovered she was not going to go through the city known as New York. Such was life. At the age of twenty-two, Mariane knew very little of life, yet here she was, a native of France, who had come to the United States to become a citizen, to learn English, and perhaps find herself a decent husband. She didn't want a man like Andre, who wanted to play behind the haystacks all day, nor did she want a big fat husband like Pierre La Roux, who thought only of making money all day; when he would come home and, covered with grime and sweat, expect his wife to lie with him and make another baby. The La Rouxs had seven children in eight years, and there seemed to be no sign of stopping.
Mariane had no father. He had died when she was very young. As a result, she had been brought up by her mother who, while sleeping with a multitude of lovers, had kept her, daughter sheltered from such things. Mariane, unbelievably, was a virgin. Not that the girl hadn't sneaked behind her mother's back and played around a little with Andre in the haystacks. But she had always kept her legs closed. She had let Andre play with her breasts, and had even used her hand on his penis, making him ejaculate into the hay, but not once had she let him between her thighs, nor had she succumbed to his pleading to use her mouth. Such things were reserved, either for her husband, or at the very least for a man she might love.
At the airport, once she had cleared Customs and Immigration, having her passport stamped INDEFINITE STAY WHILE WORKING, she was met by her new employer, Monsieur Waner, though here in the United States, he was called Meestair Waner. He was a barrister, a lawyer.
Bien! Lawyers made much money, and this was the reason why he had been able to afford to pay her way to the United States. He was also responsible for her, and as long as she was under his roof he would continue to be responsible. After five years she would be able to take out papers and become a citizen, and by that time she hoped she would be married and have babies of her own.
Meestair Waner was a very handsome man. He was tall, slender, with hair the color of caramel. His eyes were a little close together, but Mariane was hardly able to fault a man for that.
"Call me Bob," he insisted as he helped Mariane with her one suitcase, carrying it toward his big car. Mariane discovered that in America, most cars were not like the little Citroen 4CV that was common in France, but more like the big Ford Bob was driving. It was large enough to hold two little Citroens.
She noticed Bob was looking her over from top to bottom. Mariane hoped her appearance wasn't too displeasing to him. She had worn her best dress for the trip, a tight-fitting sheath that stopped just below the knees. She was told that flare dresses were very uncomfortable on airplanes.
Mariane was petite, not too short, not too tall. She stood at five-feet-three-inches in height, and she had hair the color of fresh-cut straw. It was pulled back into a bun and tied with a blue ribbon, matching the color of her sheath dress. Her breasts were large for a woman of her height, and Andre always used to tell her she had the most solid breasts he'd ever had the pleasure of touching. It soon became evident to Mariane that her employer was not in the least displeased with the way she looked. The look in his eyes was something she had seen in many another man's eyes.
"Where on Long Islan' are we going?" she asked, her voice very thickly accented.
"I live in a village called North Merrick," he told her. "It's a nice, quiet suburb, away from the hubbub of the city."
"Hubbub?"
"Noise. It's very quiet out there," Bob told her. "You deed not tell me, is thees a boy or a girl I will care for?"
"This is something I won't know for another two months," Bob replied.
"How so?" she asked, as he started the car and left the parking lot.
"We didn't expect such quick results when we applied for help," he told her. "My wife is pregnant . .
"Pregnant?"
"Enceinte."
"Ah, she is still weeth child."
"Yes, and it isn't due for two more months. In the meantime, make yourself at home and learn your way around. Can you drive a car?"
"A small car, oui. But one thees large, I do not know."
"I have a smaller car at the house for my wife. It might be a good idea if you drive her around, get to learn the area."
Mariane realized he was indeed a wealthy man if he was able to afford two cars. In America all barristers must be well off. She hoped she would one day meet a man of such means.
The drive took almost a half hour. Mariane stared at everything, even though it was evening. Cars rushing everywhere. So many of them. It reminded her of Paris, where there were always traffic jams.
Bob's home turned out to look like one of two dozen that looked exactly the same. The only way she was able to tell it from the others was the sign on the lawn that said, THE WANERS.
She was ushered into the house which, inside looked a lot bigger than it did outside. There were so many different rooms for so many different reasons.
Carol Waner was a very pretty woman, or she would have been had her stomach not been sticking two feet out in front of her. She was even shorter than Mariane, with short, black hair, a pleasant smile, bright, twinkling brown eyes, a short nose, and the kind of look that belonged on a girl fifteen years younger. It was almost impossible to assess the size of Carol's breasts in relation to the rest of her body since her stretched belly made her look tugged out of proportion in many directions at once.
"Welcome, Mariane," Carol said. "Think of our home as yours."
"Oh, but you are too kind, madame," the young French woman said.
"We're all going to be great friends," Carol insisted.
"Yes, of course," Bob, her husband, agreed.
The house had nine rooms, and four of them were bedrooms. One of them was designated as Mariane's. It was the smallest bedroom in the house, and was situated at the other end of the upstairs hallway from the master bedroom.
Carol had already prepared dinner that night, and afterward, Mariane was shown the house. For the moment she had exclusive use of the large bathroom right near her own room. The Waners had a master bathroom right next to their room.
That night it took Mariane a long time to fall asleep. She lay awake in a strange bed, one that had never been slept in before, and wondered what kind of a life she was facing here in America. The Waners seemed like very nice people, and yet... yet . . there was that hungry look in Mr. Waner's eyes. She had seen it before in too many men not to know it for what it was.
CHAPTER TWO
For the next week Mariane learned all there was to know about running the Waner household. It took almost no time for her to learn how to handle the modern kitchen, and she proved herself an excellent cook. She also learned how to shop. In America one didn't bargain with the man behind the counter. The price that was marked was the price that one paid. She discovered that the prices were low compared to those back home, and yet Americans seemed to earn so much more than Frenchmen. This was indeed an amazing country.
Using her French driver's license, Mariane was permitted to drive the car as long as Carol was with her. She soon learned her way around North Merrick, Merrick, Bellmore, and North Bellmore. She knew every store, came to know the names of every person working in each of the stores, and soon discovered which supermarkets had the best prices for particular items.
Little by little Mariane was becoming accustomed to America, and by the end of the second week, decided she had no desire to return to France, ever again... not even for a visit. She even said as much at supper that night to the Waners.
The following day, a Tuesday, Carol told Mariane that she had an appointment with the gynecologist, and wouldn't be back home for at least three hours. If Mariane finished her chores, she was to practice her English by watching TV. As far as Mariane was concerned, this was a wonderful way to learn English. She had already tripled her vocabulary since coming to the U.S.
Carol left at one o'clock, and at one-thirty, Bob walked in.
"Hi," Bob greeted. "Where's Carol?"
"Ah, the wife, she went to see the doctor," Mariane replied.
"What are you doing?" he asked her.
"I was about to learn the English by watching some television. Is this all right?"
"You have to learn more than the language," Bob told her. "You have to learn the customs."
"So?"
"For instance, in France you drink wine all the time. Here, wine is considered pleasant with food, but we drink many other things. Have you ever tasted Scotch?"
"What ees thees Scotch?"
Bob walked into the living room, over to the far wall where there was a long credenza. On top he had various decanters filled with different kinds of alcohol. He opened one and poured a little into two glasses.
"Here," Bob said, handing her a drink and leading her into the living room. He sat and made her sit on the sofa, then said, "Bottoms up!" and tossed off his drink.
Mariane shrugged, then tossed back her drink. Norn du nom! It was strong. It was so strong, in fact, that her throat felt as if it were burning. To her it tasted like liquid charcoal that had been lit. It was a good thing she had eaten an hour ago or she would have keeled over then and there. The liquid seared a passage all the way into her belly.
She sat there, unable to say much as the potent liquor seeped into her system. She breathed deeply, hoping that by pulling cool air into her lungs, she might be able to put out the fire in her belly. Bob poured himself a second Scotch, then switched on the TV set and sat beside her on the sofa.
Once again there was that look in Bob's eyes, and this time it was wilder than ever. She discovered as he was making her very, very nervous. Something about that look reminded her of the way Andre looked whenever he wanted to try and pull down her panties. If there was one thing about Andre she had disliked it was that cloudy, glazed look in his eyes; the same look now in Bob Waner's eyes. There was definitely something about her employer that disturbed her, silly as it might have seemed.
Reaching past Bob, she placed her glass on one of the coasters on the end table next to him, and almost froze. Perhaps it was an accident, but her employer had placed a hand under her, possibly to assist her, and he had held her breast for an instant. The touch of his slender fingers against her teat made her shudder.
Bob Waner, feeling very nervous, sensed incredible warmth as his palm filled itself with the roundness of her lovely left breast. He was able to feel its solidity through the thin dress and flimsy net brassiere she was wearing. He instantly tugged his hand away as his eyes looked over the gently flaring lines of her voluptuously fleshed hips and buttocks through the clinging fabric of the dress. It was a dress Carol had purchased for Mariane on her second day with them. Lord! That dress did things. It made him visualize what the lovely French girl would look like completely naked. She looked all the more exciting to him because she came from France, and wasn't France the most sexually advanced European country outside of Scandinavia? Yet there was such a look of purity and innocence about this girl. The idea that she might be a virgin was preposterous to him. After all, she was French. According to certain stories there wasn't a virgin in France older than eleven, if that old. The attorney began to feel a growing urgency in his loins as his body began responding to this ripely voluptuous body by his side. He seemed to be sweltering in a blast of radiated heat created by the burning aura he imagined to surround her.
As she sat back, Bob casually draped an arm over her shoulder, saying, "Hey, maybe that Scotch was a little too strong for you. Are you okay?"
"Oui, I am fine M'sieur."
"Uh... Bob," he reminded her.
"But of course... Bob," she nodded, suddenly feeling silly about being concerned about anything as ridiculous and harmless as the look in a man's eyes, especially when he and Carol had been so nice to her. They had bought her clothes, which they did not charge against her salary, and when they paid her, once at the start of each week, they took her to the bank where she opened an account and put the money in, hoping to save it. This whole idea that he wanted to do anything with her was childish. After all, she was twenty-two. She ought to be thinking on a more mature level. No more foolishness.
So when the hand of Bob Waner moved along her arm until his fingertips barely touched the brushing curve of her concealed breast, she forced herself to outwardly remain calm.
Inwardly, the young Frenchwoman felt her breath quicken as she became nervous and looked at the TV screen, acting as if she were watching, but not really seeing anything. Images slid by, one after the other, and there were all kinds of sounds in her ears, yet she heard none of it. Now his fingers were definitely sliding over her nipple. At first she had believed it was her imagination, but now she was feeling the tingling touch of his fingers again.
Bob was fast losing the ability to contain himself. It had been months since he'd been to bed with Carol. At first, it was because the doctors advised him not to touch her in the early months of pregnancy. Afterward, it was because she looked so damn grotesque. It just wasn't fair. He needed his share of loving, just like anyone else.
So far he had been very restrained and polite with the slender French girl. He had been an absolute gentleman, in fact, but he wasn't able to restrain himself much longer. It was too much, the very epitome of chivalry. He tossed down his Scotch and used his free hand to put it on the coaster on the table next to him. With two Scotches under his navel he was very rapidly finding his nerve, while at the same time he was just as swiftly losing his self-control. All he thought about at this moment was the fantastically lovely, beautifully smooth body hidden under the dress the delectable French girl was wearing. She was really something!
That last sip of his drink had given Bob a big boost of courage he might have otherwise lacked. Unfortunately, it also helped eliminate some of his common sense, and his attorney's subtlety was beginning to desert him. He moved his hand all the more firmly over her rounded, swollen breast as an agonizing ache of lust began welling between his thighs.
"M'sieur Bob, please," the young French woman protested. "I do not wish you to do thees theeng. You and Madame Carol have both been most pleasant to me, but m'sieur, ours ees a working relationship. I am not, how you say, a loose girl." Her soft hand gently removed his from the swell of her tingling right breast.
Bob Waner began inwardly laughing, thinking what an actress she was. Perhaps she wanted to be coerced a little. After all, she was French, and all Frenchwomen supposedly had this capacity for making love that far surpassed American women. Yet she didn't want to appear like some kind of easy woman, either, perhaps for reasons of self- respect. Surely she didn't expect to live in the house of a frustrated man and not have him come on to her.
Bob suddenly wrapped his arm tightly around her shoulder and arms, and with a strength she was unable to resist, pinned her tightly against his body as he pressed his face solidly against hers. His mouth, hot and brutal, suddenly came slamming down on her moistly soft, full lips. At the same time he began easing the weight of his body over hers as he pushed her until she was lying backward on the sofa.
The man was unable to contain a nervous titter. It suddenly came out of his throat as his fingers reached behind and under her, and began tugging down the zipper of her dress. Mariane was paralyzed with terror for the moment, certainly not expecting something like this.
Bob didn't have a thought in his brain at that moment other than the overpowering need to completely uncover this delectable Frenchwoman and begin giving her all kinds of pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. Hell! He was going to show her American men were every bit as good as Frenchmen. He was going to give her all kinds of delightful feelings, though he knew his penis was an unusually long and thick one, and he might stretch her a little more than he believed she was used to. But Bob knew his ability, and he was certain it wouldn't be long before she would be begging him to continue fucking her. The little blonde would plead for more and more of his hard cock. He was going to show this sweet little "French pastry" precisely how masculine he really was, and soon he'd have her crawling for cock.
"NON! MONSIEUR BOB! YOU MUST NOT DO THEES THEENG! PLEASE!" she begged, her voice so loud it carried through the entire house. Yet she feared to scream louder, for neighbors might hear, and the one thing she didn't want was for some outsider to call the police. Bob Waner was her sponsor, and if he went to jail for any reason, or even if he felt displeased with her for any reason, it was back to France. She had to be careful because she had no desire to be on a plane and headed to her little country home.
Even as she thought these things, her fingers jabbed at Bob's handsome face, pulling his hair, as she realized she was automatically struggling to preserve her honor. Mere words would obviously not be enough to help her escape from what this man intended. She was caught on the horns of a dilemma and didn't know what to do. It was plain that Bob Waner was either not himself, or his real self was finally emerging, because this man was clearly intent on attacking her, assaulting her body, taking her honor, and it made her all the more determined to stop him. She slapped his face, hard, and the jolt shocked him, stopping him cold for a moment. She thought it might be enough to snap him out of his madness.
Bob sat back for a moment, smoothing his hair with both hands, then he looked at her, and snarled through gnashing teeth, "Now you listen to me, Mariane. You listen good. Either you do what I want, or I swear to God I'll withdraw my sponsorship and send you packing right back to France."
"Mon Dieu!" the woman babbled. "Why? What 'ave I done to you for you to do thees 'orrible theeng to me? I do all the work for Madame, I do not get in your way. M'sieur Bob, I am a virgin and wish to remain so until I meet the right man."
"As far as you're concerned, honey, I'm the right man. My wife is pushed all out of proportion right now, and I can't stand to look at her. This doesn't mean I've suddenly lost the urge to fuck. Now I need it more than ever, and since you're in this house, living under my roof, like my wife, eating the same food as my wife, going places with my wife, doing things for my wife, it's time you acted like a second wife to me, at least until Carol has the baby and she's back in shape again." Mariane began crying, tears bitterly falling from her eyes, and as she struggled to a half-sitting position, Bob pulled her dress off her shoulders and along her arms, yanking it off and down to her waist. She writhed as she sobbed, still fighting him, her heart breaking. How was she to struggle against something like this? He ruthlessly swept her flailing hands to the side, reached behind her, and somehow undid the hooks to her brassiere. She began screeching and yowling like a wildcat, trying to claw him as he pulled the straps from her shoulders and yanked the harness off, tossing it to the floor. Now, the lovely white, apple-shaped mounds of her milk-white breasts were exposed to his lasciviously hungering gaze. They bounced and quivered with the contortions of her body. The nipples were thick little buttons waiting to be made into swelling little fingers. They were pink, circled by equally pink haloes, each the size of a silver dollar.
Holding her arms tightly pinned to her sides, he lowered his wetly parted lips to the pink little bud that was her left breastpoint, his cheek brushing against the soft, white satiny skin of her mammary. The flesh felt like the surface of a peach that had forgotten to grow fuzz... as supple as the flesh on a baby's rear-end.
The terrified young girl began screaming again, her head arching back as she felt pain while the man's sharp teeth sank into the billowed succulence that was her right breast. She kicked, her thighs inadvertently opening, and his left hand shot between her loins before she was able to clench them shut. His fingers began probing hungrily for the heated little furrow of her delectable pussy, still protected by the gauzy sheerness of the little white bikini panties she had recently purchased.
The flaring heat of inner animal wantonness charged like a shooting jet plane into his throbbing penis, and with a frantic, hurried jerk, he finally managed to tug her dress over her hips and pull it off, throwing it to the floor along with her brassiere. Her half-slip followed. Mariane's smoothly tapered columnar thighs flailed insanely against him, though she was beginning to weaken from constantly struggling.
Bob was completely wrapped up in what he was doing. Nothing else mattered as he heard the pulsing beat of blood in his temples as his eyes now focused on the sheer whiteness of the young woman's flimsy panties creasing the soft white flesh of her rounded hips, the same panties he'd seen outlined against her dress only moments earlier. The white material stretched tightly over her slightly raised pelvis, failing to conceal entirely the golden triangle of soft, pelvic down at the junction between her milk-white thighs.
Hungry for her as he hadn't been for a woman in the longest time, the aroused young attorney forced another kiss on her as he did his best to start tugging down her panties with his left hand. But no matter how hard he tried, he found it almost impossible because of the head-on clash between two overwhelming desires: the young girl's desperate struggle to protect her innocence, and his maddeningly aroused, uncontrolled passion for her sensually youthful body. There was a biting agony in his shuddering loins arid it was turning into a viciously stabbing pain. He found he was no longer able to withstand the torment. If he was unable to slide the panties off, he'd rip them off. With a powerful jerk of the wrist, he pulled, tearing the material, shredding the flimsy seat covers, feverishly yanking them from her lovely hips and now revealing all of her whole, softly solid naked flesh as she lay there helplessly before him. Since she had been in the house and had no intention of going out that day, she was bare-legged, and her shoes had long ago fallen to the floor.
Bob Waner felt his heart pounding like a violent triphammer. He moved his hand from her arm down to the jutting mound of his own pelvis, and undoing his belt, unhooked his pants and began tugging them down. Without wanting to, he found himself forced to release his grip on Mariane, and in that brief instant the young woman-jerked away from him, hurling herself to the floor and free of the sofa out of his reach. But though she was fast, Bob, in his fervent desire for her was even faster, and with a single sweep of his forearm he reached down, gripped her around her slenderly narrow, naked waist, and slammed her back onto the sofa. This time she fell on it face-down, right next to him.
Staring with eyes filmed by lust, Bob looked at the firmly rounded halves of her pert little buttocks, their smooth shapes grinding together like a pair of volleyballs covered with goosepimply flesh as she squirmed and struggled savagely. The beautiful blonde French woman twisted herself over in an instant. Bob enjoyed the sight of her pallid, alabaster form nakedly wriggling and squirming, from her jiggling breasts to her blonde pelvic mount. For the first time, seeing the desperation in her struggles, he became suddenly aware of her really innocent girlishness. Though she was unquestionably a hot and sensual female, she had that special air about her, giving her a tempting, coquettish little-girl appeal.
The handsome and successful lust-filled attorney kicked free of his pants and undershorts, pressing a knee into her belly as he took the time to remove his upper clothing as well. All he had on were his black socks as he tried lying full length on her. Once again Mariane found herself struggling as if for her very life as she felt Bob Waner's hotly pulsating penis pressing itself against the softly cringing flesh between her tender young thighs.
The perspiring, panting man was no longer able to stand what was happening; his hard cock was a throbbingly pulsating branding iron filled with a raging hot pain that was demanding to be cooled off. Brutally he reached down with his two hands and tugged her thighs forcefully apart. She resisted, but he was stronger, and was further strengthened by the hungrily overpowering animal desire in his aching loins. The young French woman did her best to strain away from him, even trying to press her hands against his now-bare pelvis in a vain attempt to shield herself and her nakedly open pussy from this man's wanton ravishment, but the feel of her fingers down there, a mere inch away from his throbbingly pulsating penis, merely served to intensify the man's uncontrollable desire. When he felt her fingers accidentally brush over the blood-bloated tip of his anxiously pulsating penis, there was absolutely no question of him so much as wanting to retain control of himself.
"MARIANE!" HE GASPED. "DON'T FIGHT ME! I NEED YOU! CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND... I NEED YOU. IT'S A TERRIBLE THING FOR A MAN TO BE WITHOUT A WOMAN FOR SO LONG. I HAVE TO HAVE THAT LOVELY LITTLE PUSSY OF YOURS. PLEASE DON'T FIGHT AGAINST ME! PLEASE!"
He was up on his knees now, still between her lovely pillarly thighs, forcing them wider apart, pushing, driving his rock-solid cock farther and farther along, narrowing the distance between its head and the woman's helplessly quivering vagina. His penis was immense, much longer than anything Mariane had ever seen before. Not that she was that experienced. Andre was the only boy she had ever really seen with an erection, and this one made Andre's look like a pinky. When the tip of it brushed against her vaginal lips, he felt the warm, clasping labia automatically and involuntarily clench shut, actually gripping the very tip of his hardened penile helmet, and now the poor, terrified woman was screaming even louder than before, no longer caring about what happened to her employer as long as he was not allowed to do this horrible thing to her.
"MON DIEU! MON DIEU! SIL VOUS PLAIT! PLEASE... NO... DO NOT DO THEES THEENG, M'SIEUR BOB. I AM BEGGING FOR YOU NOT TO DO EET... AAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEE!!! " Her wide eyes were flooded with tears as she pleaded and begged to be spared the pain and degradation she knew would be coming. But Bob was impatient, and using his fingers to hold his penis steady, he thrust forward.
Pain the like of which she would never have imagined charged through the terrified young French woman. She screeched, "EEEEYYYYAAAA- GGGGHHHHRRRRGGGGGHHHH! " The penis pushed deeper very quickly, and just as quickly found her hymen. With a single thrust it slammed right through, ripping the membraneous barrier to countless pieces. He shoved his hardened cock even deeper into her tightly defenseless pussy. The writhing young maid was screaming hysterically again and again, pinned like a helpless butterfly, feeling raging pain and terror at the brutally unfeeling rape he was perpetrating on her body.
Bob shuddered, feeling a welcome surge of thrilling relief sweeping through his loins as the tightly warm walls of her wetly dripping pussy closed solidly around his hardened pole of stabbing flesh. Was she ever something, this little French dish! Her cunt was tight, but not painfully so, and in spite of her terror and anguish she was lubricating with every forward lunge, as he sank his immense rod another inch into her each time, filling her wetly cringing, formerly virginal passage with his masculine muscularity.
He had his hands gripping her biceps, pushing down on them, securing her upper arms as she sobbed and cried out, jerking her tortured body in a struggling effort to escape the horror that had overtaken her. His penis was causing more pain, stretching her narrow interior, making it widen as never before. Her trembling legs continued flailing out, though she was nearly exhausted and gasping for breath to fill her tired, panting lungs. Her agonizingly pained and stretched womanly tunnel had been breached and was now wide open to his continuing assault.
Bob thrust hard and deep, powerfully driving his penis into her, throwing all his weight behind his ramming penis, making it sear like a burning torch into the constricted depths of her squeezing belly, boring deeper and deeper into her, his ass rotating as if he were actually screwing his surging cock into her, while strangled and hoarse cries escaped her dry, parched lips.
The man wetly kissed the blonde woman's tear- stained cheeks as his anxious loins brutally ground themselves against hers. Mariane twisted her head wildly from side to side, tossing her golden luxuriant hair, now tied in a pony tail, behind her as she continued doggedly fighting with a waning strength.
Ignoring the feeble blows of her clenched fists, Bob reached beneath her soft, roundedly warm buttocks with his two hands, and, cupping an ass- mound in each palm, he lifted her struggling and violently thrashing loins against the pressure of his grinding pelvis, thrusting into her with fresh vigor so that his loud, straining groans were almost able to drown out her tearful sobs of anguish. Perspiration drained from the lust-crazed attorney's forehead as he continued slamming his throbbingly swollen penis in and out of her. Each thrust felt deeper to Mariane, and though the pain was beginning to recede, she wondered if she had suddenly become a bottomless well.
To Bob Waner, it appeared his entire body was numb, except for the long, hard shaft of his working penis. It was as if the complete being had submerged itself into his penile organ, a single, pulsing, ploughing, devastating organ that appeared to continually grow in size with every overpowering thrust and jerk of his driving loins. Mariane's wet and slippery vaginal passage, now freely lubricated with her own juices and virginal blood, clamped softly around the thrusting organ inside her, her burning inner heat a match for his own, though she was as yet unaware of the need building inside her.
Mariane continued wriggling helplessly, squirming like an impaled insect as the attorney pressed his face lower and began orally caressing the sweat- soaked pink tips of her tender nipples. The man was thrilled with rapture, feeling a tell-tale surge beginning deep in the woman's loins. She was starting to move without realizing it, matching his rhythm, though her mind was not yet aware of it. She had closed her eyes, not wanting him to see the lust starting to build in them, but her teeth were tightly clenched as she realized the torment in her womb was fading, and in its place was a totally different feeling-a feeling Andre had often tried to describe to her, though she had never believed him. Now, for the first time, under the moving body of this all-but-strange man, she was starting to feel things she didn't want to feel. She was starting to feel ecstatic delight, and it was pouring heavily over her.
Bob stared, unable to believe his eyes, seeing the way she was quickly responding. Damn! He knew it! She was French! As far as he was concerned that meant she was automatically sensuous. Now she was proving it by the motions of her buttocks as they rose and fell with his thrusting movements.
His sweating palms slowly moved over her naked form, rubbing her breasts, then returning to her buttocks and squeezing them. She was no longer resisting him and trying to thrust him out of her. Now when his fingers went down to her buttocks, they seeped between her cheeks, probing in the crack, as well as teasing the hair-lined lips of her tender vagina. His fingertip flicked lightly at the tightly puckered brown bud of her anus as his hand eased between their perspiration-soaked bodies and pressed almost painfully against the nether opening.
Mariane wanted to resist, to pull his finger out of her rectum, but she instinctively realized it would be a losing battle. It was something she would have had to suffer through, except she realized, against her will, she was actually enjoying it.
The finger moved deep into the soft rubbery flesh of her rectal corridor, moving around and around, expanding the narrow little hole and moving deeper until the palm of his hand lay flattened against her yielding asscheeks, the entire forefinger buried all the way inside her forbidden rear tunnel.
Bob found all this almost impossible to believe. The girl loved it! How lucky can a guy get! This was too much for anyone. Wow! Just a few minutes ago he had been sitting next to her, quietly sipping Scotch, and now... this! It seemed too fantastic to be real. Damn! She was as good as Carol. In fact, she was better than Carol had been on the first night. She was as good as Carol was in the prime of fucking! This was going to turn into one hot little cunt, all right. Hell! When this was over she would cry and harangue him about how he had taken her honor, and would probably fight him the next time he fucked her... and there sure as hell would be a next time. But after awhile she would come to love it, and as long as Carol didn't find out about it, everything would be fine. Carol was more than slightly jealous. Even when Carol was in condition to be fucked again, once his offspring was tucked away for the night, and Carol was fast asleep, Bob intended sneaking into Mariane's room and occasionally slipping it to her. Carol was a sound sleeper. Once she conked out, nothing short of an explosion would awaken her. This little French bitch was hotter than a penny firecracker.
He began a solid, rhythmic fucking motion in and out of her wetly stretched vagina, thrusting solidly forward without mercy from the arch of his backstroke, continually battering her writhing, wriggling body solidly into the soft cushions of the sofa, all the while continuing his ceaseless and relentless plundering of her anus with his rigid forefinger, slowly pistoning it in and out, in and out in cadence to the long, skewering thrusts of his lust-distended phallus, bringing loud, sobbing gasps from the young woman's half-opened lips in time with the thrilling probe of his finger working in her rectum. He was able to feel the hard probe of his cock with his finger through the thin, fleshy membrane separating to two channels as he crammed his cock into her again and again, his finger continually stretching and plundering her asshole, the fingertip moving along the entire length of his cock with the separating membrane in-between. The penis continued wetly slithering into her cunt again and again, probing the fiery depths of her womb.
Mariane had given up trying to understand why she was enjoying it. All she knew was, she liked it very much. Through a series of unusual circumstances she had found herself in this helpless position, and now she realized that if there was no way out of it, fighting it would only make it more painful to her. Mentally shrugging, she decided to accept what fate was dealing her, and once she had relaxed her inner body, making the pain go away, she found herself responding more and more strongly to what Bob was doing to her. Her blood was starting to boil with thrilled rapture as the long, thickly swollen male penis continued shoving itself ever deeper into her previously virgin body. She had to admit she loved the very roughness of it, and now she also realized the solidity and size of the immense organ was what helped to make it feel so good. Anything thinner or shorter probably would not have been nearly as pleasurable. She also realized she had certain masochistic urges as she felt his finger continually and pleasurably rummaging in her rectum. Lying flat on her back this way, absolutely naked and helpless, she let those shameful passions and desires run rampantly through her quivering body. Of her own volition she tugged her knees back against her breasts as she loudly sighed out her delight, now actually savoring the wondrously deep thrusts of her employer's penis as it rummaged all the way inside her vaginal passage. Whatever soreness remained was all but gone or overpowered by the thrilling sensations charging through her as the hard penis continued burrowing like a blunt-nosed mole into the depths of her shuddering passage. There was no doubt about how well-endowed Bob Waner was, and it was obvious he was well-skilled in the use of his penis. Right now, savagely and brutally raped to the point of loving it, this was all she really cared about, because she was well aware, from what her mother had told her, that a wonderful feeling was waiting for her at the end of it all.
Her hips were now spinning, moving in a savage rhythm all their own, grinding solidly against the man's hairy loins, speeding up and increasing her responding upward and downward thrusts against his penis and finger. The man stepped up the dual pace of his cock and manual digit ravaging her two hotly hungry holes between her quivering thighs.
"OU! OUI! OUI!" she gasped. " DO IT TO ME, M'SIEU... DO NOT STOP NOW... FEENEESH WHAT YOU ARE STARTEENG... " She was wriggling, her voice gasping as her body lewdly moved around beneath Bob's battering pelvis, knocking the sofa cushions askew again in her continued mindless passion.
The wanton French woman opened her clear eyes, looking straight up into the face of the man who was continually ravaging her as he hovered over her, but his face was a blank shadow. Lifting her neck slightly, she looked down between her upraised thighs and stared at the length of the wetly glistening shaft of hardened penis, sliding with just the right amount of resistance in and out of her wildly shuddering and contracting vagina. A frigid chill charged along Mariane's spine as Bob continued thrusting his hips forward, driving the thickly gleaming pole all the way into the hotly glistening depths of her tightly clasping tunnel. It no longer mattered who the man was above her. For the first time Mariane was able to understand why her mother had so many "boy friends," and yet loved none of them. She felt no love for Bob Waner, yet she loved what he was doing to her, though she was still looking forward to the climax her mother told her was always there at the end of every rainbow-climbing. She needed that penis nice and hard... needed it to finish what it had started; needed it to make her feel what her mother told her a woman always felt if she was a sensuous woman. That sweet length of hard masculine gristle was buried all the way between her thighs, making her feel delightful.
The fevered ecstasy soon reached a bone- shattering peak. She was going to reach that summit of which her mother had so often spoke when instructing her on how to care for herself when with men. Though her mother had warned her against fornication, the woman was realistic enough to understand her daughter would eventually become involved with a man. She was too realistic to hope Mariane would marry first, but she at least hoped Mariane would have enough feeling for the man to enjoy what she was doing.
As it turned out, Mariane was far more sensual than her mother had ever believed. As a result, even though she had not the least bit of feeling for Bob Waner as a man, she was insane about what his penis and finger were doing to her.
"MORE, M'SIEU... " she begged. "DO NOT STOP, NOW. PLEASE, I AM BEGGING YOU... HOW YOU SAY, FUCK ME, M'SIEU... FUCK ME! KEEP DOING EET... I LOVE EEET... YOU MUS' NOT STOP... "
"You like it, huh, Frenchie?" he gasped.
"Oui! Geeve me more of eet... " She was actually grunting her words at him, grinding her nakedly spinning young ass against him faster and faster, trying to keep up with the monstrous pole of heated flesh that was skewering her like a heavy hunk of meat, pounding its long way ever deeper into the sucking tightness of her squeezing femininity with a frantic animal tempo.
It was impossible for the two of them to continue the heated pace any longer. Both felt so overwhelmingly good. Bob, not having had a decent orgasm in months, had lost total control of his body, and he knew he was about to apex very shortly. Merely looking at the beautiful blonde below him, seeing the distorted look of ecstasy scrawled all over her face, was enough to build him to the peak. He began swiftly pushing and pulling his penis back and forth, now leaving his finger buried to its full length in her narrow rectum. He buried his pulsing cock right up to the pubic hairs in her sweet belly, moving with harder and harder strokes, all but ripping her open with every driving lunge.
Faster and faster his cock moved in her tunnel, and Mariane sensed it was swelling, becoming even thicker inside her. Though she wasn't certain what this meant, she had a feeling he was on the verge of his own orgasm. She sensed every muscle tensing in him as perspiration dripped from his chest and thighs, while he pounded harder and deeper into her.
"I'M... UHHHH... GOING TO SHOOT... " he gasped.
"NO... NO... " she begged. "DO NOT DO EET YET, M'SIEU. WAIT JUST A MOMENT... HAAAANNNNHHHH... LONG- ERRRRRR... PLEASE... PLEASE... I MUS"AVE MY OWN CLIMAX, TOO... JUS' A LITTLE LONGER... UUUNNNHHH!!!"
She realized nothing, she was able to do or say would dissuade him. He was going to peak and that was all there was to it.
Bob's mouth opened wide, and then a loud groan of lust bellowed out of him.
"AAAAWWWAAAUUUGGGHHHAAA- RRRGGGHHHUUNNGGHH... HHHAAA- YYYAAARRRGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH- AANNGGHH!" he bellowed, as his sperm- bloated testicles heatedly pumped blast after blast of white sperm deep into her seething pussy.
Mariane, so close to her own satisfaction now, frantically ground her body and wriggling loins all the more tightly against the man's hairy pelvis, feeling the hotly plumping flow enter her. Her vaginal lips squeezed tightly, her eager pussy milking his jerking penis, rubbing her interior against it the last few seconds it remained hard, and then, there she was.
"AAAAIIIEEEYYYAAARRRGGGHHH- UUUNNNGGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHHEEE- YYYAAARRRGGGHHHHH!" she screeched.
Now her vagina began milking more incessantly than ever, pulling, sucking, yanking on the penile organ, tugging it, pulling the entire flow of liquid from it, making it quickly deflate.
All too soon it was over. For a brief while he lay on top of her, and then, as her strength seeped out of her and he became too heavy, she began gasping.
Bob slid off her and got to his feet. He gripped Mariane by her upper arm and pulled her up, too.
"Now you listen to me," he said to her. "Maybe I started out forcing you to do this, but you liked it just as much as I did. Now I don't want any bull from you about how I ruined you. You're the same woman you were fifteen minutes ago. All I did was get rid of a troublesome piece of tissue. I'm telling you right now, there'll be times in the future when I'm going to want more of the same. I expect you to give yourself to me without an argument."
"Monsieur Bob, you 'ave done a terrible theeng," Mariane insisted. "Eef you were working in my 'ouse, I would not ever theenk of shaming you as you 'ave done to me. Thees shows you 'ave no respect for me."
"That's not true, Mariane. What happened was something biological, and something I can't explain. But remember, if you say anything to anyone, especially to Madame Carol, I'll see to it you go right back to France. Now, get the upholstery cleaner and clean the blood from the sofa cushions. Then you can go back to watching TV."
CHAPTER THREE
Mariane knew better than to say anything to Carol about her husband's infidelity, but it seethed inside her, making her angry. That night, she slept badly, her mind tormented by what the man had done, but her body inwardly trying to reach out for more. She felt ashamed of herself and knew she had to keep herself under control.
The next day, after Bob had gone off to work, she was totally unprepared for what would happen. She had already cleaned the house and made her own bed, always leaving Carol's bed unmade, but neat, so the mistress of the house was able to lie down whenever she felt tired.
It was the middle of the morning, not quite eleven o'clock when Carol called to her to sit with her in the solarium.
"Oui, Madame," Mariane nodded, dressed in another of the dresses the Waners had bought her, this one a rich lavender.
"First," Carol, who was stretched out on the sun-porch divan, said, "I want you to call me Carol, not Madame. It's true you work for us, but I want us to be friends, Mariane. I want us to be good friends."
"But of course," Mariane nodded, sitting in the chair opposite Carol. She noticed the poor woman was really stretched out of shape. Yet, it was only one part of her, her belly, that was distorted. The rest of her was still seemingly normal. She had thought Carol's breasts to be obscenely distorted too, but now she realized that although the woman's mammaries had become heavier during her pregnancy, they were still firm and not sagging.
Carol as wearing a green robe that day. It was open in front, revealing part of her breasts, but Mariane understood the woman's need for comfort at a time like this more than a need for being either stylish or worried about something-or-other showing.
"Tell me about France, Mariane," Carol said.
"I've been told it's such a romantic country."
"To many, especially to many French, it is paradise," Mariane admitted. "However, to me it is a feelthy place. To begeen weeth, the ceeties are overcrowded. The country, ah, now that ees a deefferent story. The country has the odors of the ceety. I was born and brought up in the country, and I am not ashamed that I am a farm girl. My education is as good as that of any ceety girl, perhaps better, since many of them do not speak English."
"Is it true what they say about love in Paris?" Carol asked.
"What do they say?" Mariane asked.
"That love is Paris is better than anywhere else in the world?"
"Love is good no matter where, provided you are in love weeth the man oo is making love to you. If you do not love a man and you are in Paree, then to make love ees a waste of time. If you love a man and you are on a desert island, such love is priceless."
"Are Frenchmen better at making love than Americans?"
"Thees ees a question I cannot answer."
"You mean because you've never made love to an American?"
"No, I mean 'ave nevair made love to a Frenchman."
"Good Lord! Are you trying to tell me that at your age, you, a Frenchwoman, are still a virgin?"
"No! That would be a lie," she replied, bitterly, restraining herself from telling Carol it was Bob who had removed her virginity.
"Tell me," Carol said. "Is it true that in France it is considered all right for two women to make love to one another as a man and a woman might?"
"Pardon?"
"Did you ever read Nana?" Carol asked.
"But of course. Zola is required reading in school."
"Do you remember what the prostitute did with Nana?"
"Madame, what are you trying to say?"
"I asked you to call me Carol."
"Vairy well then, Madame Carol, what are you trying to say?"
"For God's sake, crawl down off that lofty peak," Carol almost screamed. "Mariane, I need a friend."
"I weel be your friend, Carol," Mariane said softly, moving out of her chair and kneeling on the floor next to the sunroom sofa on which Carol lay.
"Mariane, my husband no longer looks at me like a woman," Carol said, crying a little.
She stood up and began walking into the next room. Mariane followed her, saying, "But Carol, eet ees only natural. You carry the baby eenside you. 'Ow can you carry a baby and not be changed? Monsieur Bob I am sure understands this?"
"He hasn't made love to me in so many months," Carol sobbed, walking up the stairs slowly.
Mariane walked behind her, supporting her back. Once at the top of the stairs Carol headed for her bedroom with Mariane behind her.
"You weel see, Carol," Mariane said to the woman, who she suddenly realized was not really that much older than herself. "When the babee is born, and you 'ave properly rested, your husband weel love you more than ever."
"But that doesn't answer my need right now," Carol insisted, taking off her robe.
Naked, she looked like a woman who had swallowed a watermelon whole. Her belly was stretched way out in front of her, and yet she didn't really look fat. The rest of her was still slender, and though she had a series of stretch marks on her belly, her thighs and buttocks were still exquisitely shapely.
"I want to be loved now," Carol insisted, sitting nakedly on the bed, then swinging her feet around and propping herself against some pillows.
" 'ave you told M'sieu Bob?"
"Of course I've told him. It isn't his fault, I guess. The sight of me this way prevents him from having an erection. Mariane, prove you're my friend."
" 'ow can I do that?" the French woman asked. "Undress and lie next to me for a little while," Carol told her.
"But 'ow can thees make you feel bettair?"
"It will, it will," Carol assured her. "You have to help me, Mariane, please."
"I do not know eef I can do such a thing."
"Mariane, either you are my friend, or not. I need a friend more than a maid or a governess, especially right now."
"But 'ow does my doing this make me more of a friend?"
"Do it!" Carol insisted. "Do it, or I'll swear I'll find an excuse to have Bob send you right back where you came from."
"Are you so insecure you 'ave to threaten me?" Mariane asked. "Friends do not threaten. Friends love one another as much as lovers."
"YES, YES, YES," Carol sobbed. "THAT'S WHAT I WANT, WHAT I NEED. I NEED TO BE LOVED, MARIANE. PLEASE, LOVE ME! UNDRESS, LIE HERE ON THE BED, AND LOVE ME."
Shrugging, Mariane slipped out of her clothing, and Carol stared with envy at the young French woman's slender torso. Nakedly she stood in front of Carol, wanting to be friendly with this woman she had thought of as her benefactress, and yet still in awe of her.
"Ees thees the way you weesh me to be?"
Mariane asked.
"My, but you are beautiful," Carol gasped. "In fact, you're stunning. After I have my baby I hope I can get my figure back into shape like yours."
"I weel help you," Mariane replied.
"Thank you," Carol sighed, drying her eyes. "Mariane, I need to be loved. Will you make love to me as it was done in Nana? I promise I'll do the same for you."
"I do not know what to say," Mariane replied, more than a little confused.
"Say you will, please say you will."
Afraid to make the woman angry again, Mariane took a deep breath, exhaled, and finally said, "Oui! I weel do as you weesh."
"Surely you must have done something like this with a man," Carol insisted.
"No," Mariane replied. "Thees ees one theeng I 'ave nevair done."
"Well, I've done it with my husband lots of times," Carol told her. "But this will be my first time with a woman. There are so many different things we, as women, can do," Carol insisted. "But, first things first. I want you to kiss me between my thighs. I want you to do it often enough until you are used to it. For every time you make me climax that way, I'll do the same for you," Carol insisted. "You'll see, I'm not unfair. Now come, I want you to begin, first."
Carol pushed herself down on the bed, shoving a pillow beneath her buttocks, lifting that part of her a little higher to make things easier for Mariane.
Mariane hesitated for a moment, then thought to herself, If thees ees what I must do to remain here in America, I weel do eet!"
Determined not to feel repulsed, realizing men did this with women all the time, Mariane knelt on the bed and lowered herself to a prone position, staring at the slash between Carol's thighs. Her belly might have been distended, but her vagina was still the same. It probably would remain the same until the baby was born. Actually, Mariane had to admit the woman had a very attractive vagina. It made her wonder about the shape of her own cuntlips. Was the slash between her own legs as nice to look at as the long dimple between Carol Waner's thighs?
Carol, her own head resting on two other pillows, stared over her swollen belly and wide- open thighs at the lovely young French woman's face. She saw what she believed was a glint in Mariane's eyes, and thought, This is a true French woman, all right. Even if I have to start her, now that she's started, nothing will stop her. As she watched, she saw the blonde woman going down, her face disappearing behind her own mountainous belly. Carol felt the woman's hot breath on her cuntlips, and her own heavy breathing was already slowly calming down. Mariane's lovely eyes were now mere slits, open just enough for her to see the lovely pink target at which she was aiming.
Mariane was far more sensuous than even she realized. Looking at Carol's vagina, she found herself admiring it more and more. It was a work of art, something no Rodin would ever be able to properly capture. Not even Renoir would be able to paint such a lovely looking slash. She found herself thinking with the mind of a man, admiring the lovely sex of another woman, and she didn't feel the least bit ashamed. She watched as it opened and closed with Carol's breathing, pulsating, urging Mariane closer and closer. Yes, the sight of that fur-ringed bull's-eye between Carol's thighs was beginning to have the strangest effect on Mariane. She felt heat welling up inside her, just as it had built when she had been fucked by Bob Waner. Odd, but for some strange reason she felt this overpowering compulsion to do just what was done in Nana. She wanted to make mad, passionate love to the simmering slit, to lick it, to press it against her oral lips, to allow her tongue to sink into the slick slash between those pouting labia. It was really an extraordinary sight, and one that was quite beautiful. Now she understood why Andre had always been after her to let him see her vagina. If her own pussy looked anything like the one at which she was staring, right now, it had to be a beautiful sight.
The rich ebony fur surrounding the lovely cunt like a thick hedge of protective moss, almost covering the shell-shaped beauty of the inner vagina. Carol's darkly curling pubic hair looked like shimmering strands of black lace, but it was the lovely vagina surrounded by the hair that was drawing her attention even more. The two pouting lips seemed to pucker as if begging Mariane to come on ahead and kiss them. The larger, outer lips were like flower petals opening to the first rays of the morning sun, and her inner labia was a curlicued pair of pink ribbons that came together. At the summit of those ribbons was the young woman's clitoris. It looked like an unusually long clitoris, almost an inch in length, and resembling in every way the hard penis that had plunged into her own body the previous day. As she stared at the throbbing member, it appeared to swell and become even thicker. She remembered how ultra-sensitive her own clitoris had felt when the head of Bob's penis had touched it for an instant before plunging into the center of her body. She blew cool air over it, seeing Carol's thighs twitch as the woman shuddered. She saw the clitoris twitch like a tuning fork and wondered if it was possible to make a man's penis vibrate the same way. Mariane didn't know why, but she actually wanted to suck the other woman's vagina, and had the strangest feeling Carol had as strong an urge to do something like that to her. In fact, the knowledge that this woman did indeed want to perform for her made her all the more eager to begin.
Mariane suddenly realized heavy quantities of saliva were dripping from between her lips. Bon Dieu! She actually ached to glue her lips to the slaveringly dripping slash that was Carol Waner's vagina. Was it possible she was like the lesbian women? Non! She didn't think so. After all, she had very much enjoyed what this woman's husband had done to her, even though he had forced himself on her. When she had seen Carol's clitoris, her first thought was how much it resembled a penis, and it was the thought of the meaty prick that aroused her most of all.
Carol's quivering pussy was now anxiously waiting for her oral attention. The inner lips seemed to be clenching all the more tightly together, only to relax a moment later and open wide, as if attempting to invite her tongue inside. She saw the pink flesh expand and contract, and she understood her own vagina would probably react the same way. Now she understood why such a narrow opening was able to hold such an immensely massive organ as Bob Waner's penis. The inner membranes stretched and opened, and then the tissues were able to contract tightly as well. This meant a woman's vagina was able to derive pleasure from all different sizes of penises. A vagina would be able to widely expand for the very thick cocks, and then tightly close in around, and contract around, the more slender ones. It was obvious from the state of Carol's vagina, that prior to her pregnancy her husband had injected himself into her rather regularly. Now she, Mariane, for some reason she was incapable of imagining, actually felt jealous of the woman. Mon Dieu! What was the matter with her? She felt no love for Bob Waner. Why should she feel jealousy that Carol's vagina had been regularly injected with Bob's cock?
Continuing to stare at the dripping, leaking vaginal opening, staring at the way the colorless fluids dripped out and seeped along Carol's thighs, she remembered how much she had lubricated when Bob had pushed his penis into her and had worked it back and forth for awhile. So, it was possible to lubricate without anything inside. This was most interesting. Apparently all women had this oily substance in their bodies. Now she didn't feel ashamed of having been so wet when Bob had fucked his big cock into her cunt.
Her tongue was vibrantly twitching in her mouth, as if anxious of its own accord to stab out and start lapping madly. Hungrily, she looked at the shivering rich pinkness of Carol's vaginal lips as they suddenly contracted and a thin jet of oily spray came out from between her inner labia and coated her outer lips. A drop splashed on Mariane's mouth, and her tongue snapped out and licked it, suddenly realizing how deliciously exciting a tasteless fluid really was. The feel of it was more arousing and delicious than all the honeyed wines of Burgundy and Champagne. Behind that spray, wafting from the delicious pussy was the delicate feminine aroma of Carol's inner self, more stimulating than any French perfume.
Shutting her eyes tightly, Mariane allowed herself to be guided by her senses. She slowly leaned forward and permitted her lips to gently kiss the vertical folds of Carol Waner's dripping vaginal slot. Just as the sweet scent from within had been tantalizing, so now the flavor was even more arousing. The woman's vagina was an absolute gourmet's delight.
Dieu! No wonder Carol was not afraid of offering to do the same thing for her afterward. It was as thrilling to do something like this, as it was to have it done.
She thrilled to the sliver of penile-shaped clitoris sliding between her compressing lips, and she began bobbing her head back and forth, just as she imagined she might do if a man put his penis into her mouth. At least, that was the way she had once seen her mother suck a man's penis, though she had always been discreet enough never to tell her mother she had been observed. Her lapping tongue washed across the throbbing little clitoral head just as her mother's tongue had once licked the large red knob of that man's hard penis. Now that she thought about it, she also had seen that man's erection, and it, like Andre's was not nearly as large as Bob Waner's. With her nose this close to Carol's pubic mound, her nostrils distended, and she inhaled the overpoweringly arousing scent of Carol Waner's femininity. She breathed deeply, inhaling strongly as mad, erotic images floated through her mind. Her lips pulled strongly, savoring the woman's enlarged clitoris, her mind completely involved in what she was doing. She had her concentration on the extended bud between her lips, and as a result didn't even feel Carol reach down with her two hands and press her face all the deeper into her quivering muff.
Carol dug her heels into the bed and arched her back, thereby giving the French girl better access to her dripping cave. The separated lips seemed to divide and open much wider and caress Mariane's face much like the inner petals of a rose.
Carol's own mind was spinning. She had been eaten by her. husband many times before. Yet here was this French woman, who, if she was to be believed, had never done anything like this before, proving herself to be at least Bob's equal, if not superior to her husband. The tongue was already reaching between her inner labia, parting them, and it wasn't hesitant about the job it was doing. Yes, this woman had true French blood in her, all right. It hadn't been diluted by the many French wines or the vile French water the girl had drank. This young French woman was taking to sex more easily than birds took to flying.
Because her clitoris was indeed larger than that of the average woman, Carol thought of it as a mini-penis, and she imagined Mariane's mouth to be something of a vagina she was fucking her minipenis into. She began slamming her feminine "cock" harder into Mariane's mouth, feeling the compressed lips build thrills higher and higher in her shuddering body. The consistent pressure of the other woman's tongue sent delightful shivers blasting through her shuddering body. The faster she humped her clitoris into Mariane's mouth, the faster her lubricious flow came pouring out of her, dripping against the blonde's chin and graceful throat. All this did was arouse the French woman even more, making her lick even faster.
Carol hadn't had an orgasm in months, and the one now in her body, anxious to come out, wasted no time. It was a minor climax, but a nonetheless enjoyable one. It charged through her body, making her gasp, "UUUUNNNGGGHHHAAARRR- GGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!" It was a beginning, but it was a long way from the end-by a long shot. She needed more of this pretty French woman's oral treatment of her vagina.
Fortunately for Carol, Mariane hadn't realized Carol had climaxed. With a man it would have been easy for her to know, since a man shoots a different fluid at orgasm. All Carol fired was more of the same lubricant.
Mariane's mouth gaped wide, her lips no longer compressing around the nodule of her mistress's extended clitoris. Instead, the tongue was lancing deep into the inner liqueous recesses of the older woman's burning feminine trough, and the blonde woman was all aflame. She wished Bob Waner was home because at this moment she very much wanted to be fucked and solidly. Carol was no less aroused than Mariane, but at least she had the lovely French woman's mouth, and was going to use it to good advantage.
Mariane felt more and more blisters of flaming fire burning through her. She didn't know what it was her body wanted, but it certainly wanted something. Even with desire building inside her, she kept her lips glued to Carol's vertical vaginal smile, drinking the outpouring juices as they flooded from Carol's pussy. The delightful aroma coming from within was becoming more and more powerful, building Mariane's olfactory senses to new heights of wanton deliciousness.
The blonde woman's tongue slavered into the meaty furrow, lapping out the continual flow of heady, womanly wine. She drank the love fluid as swiftly as it came pouring out of the beautiful mother-to-be, taking the time to suck each labius individually into her mouth.
Her oral action caused Carol to have a second climax, and the older, darker-haired woman continued slamming her thrilled, but anguished vagina into Mariane's working mouth. Mariane shivered as the pressure of Carol's pulsating inner labia pushed against her nose and forehead.
Carol's thighs tightly closed themselves solidly around Mariane's ears. The older woman squeezed and crushed as the young, blonde French woman found herself lost in an ocean of pure orgiastic delight. She had never dreamed doing something like this with a woman could be so rewarding. No wonder men enjoyed doing it.
Carol was all wrapped up in a sensual sea of continuing thrills. This French girl had proven to be a valuable find. It was hard enough to find a man able to lap pussy, but to find a woman like this... this was a veritable gem. She was at least as agile with her tongue as Bob, her husband. To think of all those nights she lay awake with the baby growing in her belly, next to a snoring husband, writhing and twisting and even fingering herself in the hope of seeking some kind of satisfaction. The pressure of the tongue working in her vaginal opening was exactly what she needed. If she was unable to have a penis, at least she would have a good substitute.
When Mariane finished with her, she would have to do the same thing to the blonde woman. Funny, even though she had never done it with another female, she was looking forward to doing it. If Mariane, as she suspected, was no longer a virgin, there was always the opportunity to buy a dildo and the two of them would take turns wearing it and fucking each other.
Now the lapping tongue of the slender French woman was going into overdrive. It licked strongly, working away at the upper vaginal wall of Carol's interior. This was perhaps the single most important wall in her vagina, since it contained most of her inner nerve-endings. It was that part of her always touched by her husband's penis when he put it into her; the spot other than her clitoris that when massaged would bring her to a satisfactory orgasm. Somehow, Mariane, who if she was to be believed, was a complete novice at this, had found that sensitive string of inner nerves that ran through the sensitive roof of her vagina.
The fluid oozing from Carol's seething interior was becoming more and more tasty. The more Mariane licked, the more she was enjoying it. Her mouth shaped itself to the lips of Carol's honeypot, and her tongue lanced into her shuddering vagina again and again. Feeling the way Carol was continually convulsing thrilled her. Being a woman, she was nearly able to empathize with Carol-almost feel what she was feeling, and her tongue dove even deeper.
As she drank her employer's oily flow, Carol called out to her to move her body around. Carol turned, lying on her side, and Mariane obeyed, moving her body into the sixty-nine position. Carol had to lie on her side because of the baby. This way none of Mariane's weight would press on Carol's stomach.
When the rich pink culvert of the blonde woman's pussy was near her face, Carol hungrily proceeded to feed. She all but slammed her head against the wetly sucking lips of the lovely blonde, drinking the heavy outflow of oozing oils, her own tongue aping Mariane's, plunging into the tight, wet hole between the French woman's thighs, licking madly, as if she had done it all her life.
Mariane gasped and shuddered. Never in her life had she felt anything quite like the sensation of lips and a tongue delving into her womanly orifice. She shuddered and clamped her thighs tightly around Carol's face, returning her own face to Carol's pussy. From the inexperienced way Carol was licking it was obvious to Mariane that Carol was as much a novice at this as she, yet she was also equally eager. The two of them began kissing one another again and again, each trying to outdo the other.
Mariane sucked and licked, drinking more and more of the heavily outpouring flow, pushing her tongue against the ultra-sensitive upper vaginal wall of the pregnant brunette, strongly lapping away at that spot. Her tongue was like that of a maddened asp, lancing in and out with wildly continuous stabbing motions, making the older woman squirm, writhe and wriggle as she lifted and lowered her thighs, lying as she was, sideways. But even as Carol's vaginal trough wildly jumped all over the place, Mariane's mouth stayed with her, sucking at the slick trench, ramming her tongue in again and again.
Though Carol had enjoyed many a cuntlapping from her husband, she was unable to remember when his tongue had given her as much pleasure as this lovely blonde woman was providing. What was more, Mariane would probably improve with experience. It was plain that this lovely blonde, probably just like herself, had been born to do things like this.
Carol felt her body shuddering and climbing to new orgasmic peaks. She sensed her most overpowering explosion all set to engulf her. Mariane's tongue was moving in and out of her oiled well, beating against her inner walls, making her body swell with delightful thrills. Everything seemed to be enlarging inside her, and then suddenly, just like that, the dam broke, and a torrent of overpowering delight swept over her. Overpowering ripples charged through her womanly body as she screeched aloud, "YYYYEEEAAARRRGGG- HHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAARRRGGHH! " It walloped her with the strength of a heavyweight's fist, and her body bounced sideways on the bed again and again with Mariane's open mouth glued tightly to her dribbling crack.
"ENOUGH... ENOUGH... ENOUGH... " Carol hoarsely gasped. "CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE. I'M OVERSENSITIVE."
Mariane found herself eager to continue. She didn't want to stop, not at all. She was enjoying the eating as much as she had savored the brief moments when Carol's tongue had washed her own vagina. Carol yanked on the blonde woman's hair, pulling her head out from between her thighs, and then she clamped her thighs together so the French lady wouldn't be able to return to the feasting well.
"You just relax," Carol told her. "You did for me, and I promised I would do for you. Now that you aren't lapping me, I have a chance to do a good job. We have to stay in this position because of my condition, but I don't think that will bother you."
Mariane didn't reply. She was overanxious, wanting to feel everything, and anticipation had replaced uncertainty.
"I'm going to try something a little different, first," Carol told her. "Turn around and bring your face up here."
Mariane did as she was told, lying on her right side, facing Carol, who was stretched out on her left side. She didn't know what to think and opened her mouth to say something, but felt Carol's tongue stabbing into her mouth. The woman was kissing her much the way a man would kiss her. She was plunging her tongue in and out of Mariane's mouth, sucking out the residue of her own vagina. The fullness of Carol's firm breasts, made even harder by her pregnancy, pushed against Mariane's taut bosom, causing even more shudders of lascivious arousal to worm their way through the French woman. Carol, though oversensitive at the moment, was feeling her ultrasensitivity start to fade as new arousal began building headily through her.
Carol moved so that she was all but climbing on top of Mariane, careful not to press her belly down too hard. Mariane writhed under the other woman's slightly heavier body. She parted her thighs, and suddenly Carol's fulcrum had somehow or other suddenly slipped between them, her thick dark hedge rubbing against the sparse blonde fluff on Mariane's pelvis. Tremendous heat was starting to inflame her, building its way up through her, and Mariane shuddered and gasped when she felt the brushlike hair of the darker woman's groin actually scrubbing the tenderly sensitive labia of her own delicate vagina. She writhed and wriggled all the more, enhancing the powerful friction building between them, and each time she felt Carol rub back and forth, Mariane felt static sizzle through her.
Trying to pull air into her lungs, Mariane opened her mouth wide, but all she got was more of Carol's tongue. It began searching through her mouth, as if seeking some precious hidden treasure.
Carol lifted her belly, changing her position a little, and suddenly Mariane felt a wet, soft, silken- smooth slipperiness rubbing between her delicate thighs. A tingle charged electrically through her as the realization that, under Carol's bloated belly, her clitoris was massaging that of her own. Electricity raged madly between the bodies of the two women. The two extended clitoral buds seemed to be reaching out to one another, solidly massaging, each turning richly red as blood stiffened them both.
Carol was once again starting to go into heavy paroxysms of delight, as if in the passionate control of some mild epileptic seizure. Her body squeezed and writhed against that of the blonde woman, and all the French lady was able to do was simply lie there, unable to move without intensifying the fantastic sensations rippling madly through her shuddering body.
"I'VE... HHHUUUNNNHH... NEVAIR FELT THIS WAY... OOOOOHHHHHH... BEFORE... " the young French woman admitted. "IT'S... OHHHHHHH... S-O-O-O-O- STRANGE... AAAAAHHHHHH... BUT VAIRY NICE... UNNNH... "
"YOU ARE REALLY SOMEONE SPECIAL," Carol whispered to her. "FOR SOMEONE WHO HAS NEVER DONE ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE... UUUNNNHHHH... YOU ARE UNBELIEVABLE... OOOOOHHHHH... " Careful to keep the pressure off her belly, Carol leaned down against the body of Mariane, kissing her urgently, and this time Mariane responded, tongue for tongue, lick for lick, kiss for kiss, her mouth constantly reacting to whatever the darker woman was doing.
Mariane simply lay there, her entire body shivering with overpowering wonder, writhing and wriggling as Carol's mouth finally released hers and began kissing her throat. The darting tongue seemed to stitch a pattern all the way down her chest, moving toward her bloated breasts. She squirmed and writhed, trying to churn herself as Carol, careful of the baby inside her, began kissing lower and lower. She sensed the pregnant woman was working toward one of her nipples, and an instant later felt heatedly moist lips surrounding the extended sensitivity of her rich, pink nipple. She squirmed and writhed all the more, gasping as the other woman's tongue carefully played along the tenderness of her breastpoint.
By now, Mariane was well aware of the meaning of the word orgasm. She had experienced her first one the previous day, and was now experiencing another one. This one was much milder, and she didn't feel like shouting out her thrilled enjoyment to the heavens. All she knew was, it was a wonderful sensation, and it charged through her like a torrential rain as Carol's lips and tongue continued applying pressure to the peak of her ultra-sensitive nipple. All the while Carol continued rubbing her clitoris carefully, gently, and delicately against that of Mariane, causing the cream to come lathering from between her own moistly tender labia all the faster.
Mariane suddenly found her fingers digging into Carol's back, as if urging her to continue. Her own lower half was humping up and down insanely, literally lifting Carol off the bed, applying pressure at the fulcrum and not at the belly. This caused Carol's clitoris to feel that of Mariane as it rubbed with such overpowering strength that she experienced another minor orgasm. By now, she realized the blonde woman was also starting to receive enjoyment from all this.
Now Carol began slowly sliding down again, licking the white body of the French woman, almost lashing it with great sweeps of her tongue, at the same time using her fingers to continue teasing Mariane's nipples. Her mouth pressed itself to Mariane's flat stomach, and her tongue licked wild thrills through the woman.
Mariane gasped and shuddered as Carol proceeded to lick lower, her chin already pushing into the sparse hairs on the younger woman's pubis, working through her tantalizing forest of delicate yellow curls. Mariane shuddered as ecstasy caused her to try and clamp her thighs together. But it was too late. Carol's body was already between her limbs. In order to keep them out of the way of Carol's belly, she raised her legs and gently allowed them to rest on Carol's shoulders. Her inner thighs pressed tightly against the older woman's shellshaped ears. Now Mariane felt the other woman's tongue part the soft folds leading into her vagina, spreading the cunt lips farther and father apart. A heated drooling stickiness came oozing out of her inflamed nest, and she sensed the lancing tongue licking it all up.
Then, like a small piece of dry ice, the wetly sliding oral digit once more slithered between Mariane's sopping cunt lips, now slurping up and down, up and down, draining all the juices from the inner swamp. The knowing oral extension speared forward, attacking between the ultrasensitive walls of Mariane's aroused vagina, urging more and more liquidity from it.
Then the tongue slithered out and proceeded to flatten itself against the rigid little clitoris standing out at the apex of Mariane's inner lips. Mariane felt as if a burning laser beam had lanced its way through her shuddering vitals. Strong, overpowering lips pulled and sucked on Mariane's man-in- the-boat, manipulating and sucking on it, tasting it like an ultra-sensitive little button that had suddenly enlarged until it was extended enough to be gripped between the other woman's teeth. Then Mariane felt the teeth sensitively biting, chewing carefully, as if fully aware of how ultra-sensitive the pearl of sensation really felt.
Abruptly the chewing teeth and sucking lips suddenly released the aching clitoris so Carol's tongue was once again able to extend itself and lance into the broiling depths of Mariane's vagina. The French woman felt maddening heat blaze its way through her shuddering body, making her blistering inner channel flare with sizzling rapture. Then the slick, lapping tongue was licking in and out, in and out, working through her cuntal opening as if it were some kind of limber penis. To Mariane, it felt just like a male organ getting ready to explode inside her. Erotic telegrams seemed to charge through her body carrying messages of delight to every nerve-ending within her. Mariane now permitted her anxious body to totally relax and enjoy the sensations she was feeling.
Fingers returned to her aching nipples, pressing them, pulling on them, building new sensations in her fire-riddled torso. Carol's fingers pressed on the budded extensions of her pink nipples, and Mariane felt a blistering inferno open up in the pit of her aching belly. These were sensations she had felt with Bob Waner, but not to this extent. There was something about this woman that brought out the hungry beast in Mariane-hungry for physical satisfaction on a grand scale.
Her thighs were spread more widely than ever, and had the corded muscles permitted, she would have spread them open even more widely, The thrilling tongue plunging into her was unnerving her as it foraged deeper and deeper into territory heretofore touched only once before; by the cock of Carol's husband. But the tongue was slick and shuddery, and made her feel marvelous right from the start with no initial feelings of pain.
No wonder her mother had taken so many boy friends after the death of her father. Not that she had ever condemned the woman, but Mariane had always been curious why her mother gave her body without actually charging money for it. True, many men were generous enough to give her mother money anyway, but her mother had never made money a condition of lovemaking. This was what her mother had kept hidden from her all these years, fearing Mariane, like herself, would become a total slave to the wants and needs of her body. As it was the French girl had developed very early in life, having full breasts by the age of eleven, and having her period come the year before that.
An entirely new world was coming into existence for Mariane. This was the world of the adult; the world of sex without love; the world of pure physical enjoyment. It was a world to which her mother belonged; a world her mother had hoped to hide from her.
Her thighs pressed all the more solidly around the soft face of Carol Waner as her burning pussy enjoyed the stabbing strokes of the dark-haired woman's tongue. It slurped madly through her womanly funnel. The woman was sucking her vaginal opening with even greater eagerness than she had displayed when eating Carol's cunt earlier.
Now she was responding to the driving tongue pressure, rotating her churning hips, raising her buttocks, slamming her sparsely haired pubis against Carol's wide-open mouth.
Wild spasms began bursting insanely through her tightly shuddering vagina. As the moment passed, the convulsions became more and more powerful, enlarging from some hidden cavern inside her and suddenly bursting out and firing through her quivering torso, making her feel far more thrills than she had felt earlier when experiencing her first oral climax.
"EEEYYYAAAGGGHHUUNNGGHHH!" she bellowed, knowing more and more the feeling still building inside her in spite of the climactic thrills shooting through her. She was breathing raggedly, rasping sounds coming from her dry, gagging throat as she began choking, totally surrendering her entire self thoroughly and completely to the onrushing, overwhelming rapture within. Her lips pulled back over her teeth as she grinned a wide, orgasmic grin. Now she began wailing out loud like an air raid siren.
The yelling sounds coming from her mouth were like those of a wailing banshee. Uncontrollable throbs of climactic sensation began shooting through her entire body, and she stiffened, her arms out to the side, her legs straight down. Her vulva muscles, used only once before, with a man's penis, began pulsating and insanely contracting, moving at the speed of a blinking eyelid. She wriggled and churned until she abruptly found herself shooting off the summit of Mount Everest, blasting straight up into the air, then failing down, down, down into a swirling sea of unutterable delight. Her loins quaked insanely as she continued slamming her small, rounded, slenderly rubbery asscheeks into the bed's mattress. All the while, Carol, careful of the child in her belly, continued slavering at Mariane's drooling vagina.
"MORE! MORE! MORE!" the French woman was heard to gasp out with shuddering breath, bellowing into the air.
Mariane heard the sounds and for a moment wondered where they were coming from. What woman was crazy enough to scream that way? Abruptly she realized she was that crazy woman.
"Mon Dieu! Nom de nom!" she mumbled weakly, sinking down into the mattress and relaxing her muscles, allowing her slender thighs to lie relaxed and open.
Carol had coaxed every last bit of pleasure from Mariane's body, using her tongue more expertly than any male cunnilinguist, probing deeply into every feminine hollow, uncontrollably urging every last little bit of thrilling sensation from her climactic organ.
Mariane lay there, a limp, washed out dishrag, at the moment totally helpless, completely incapable of moving. Her muscles were completely relaxed, and she realized there was nothing, absolutely nothing she was capable of doing at that particular - moment. Every last bit of strength had been drained from her body.
"We'll have to try this again, sometime," Carol said, lying beside her.
CHAPTER FOUR
So now Mariane had two lovers, both the husband and the wife. It wasn't an enviable position, not at all, yet what choice did she have? Were she to be sent back to France, to her mother's farm in the country, sooner or later Andre or someone else would catch her in the hay and take advantage of her. Whether in France or in America she was at the mercy of others. But here, in America, she would eventually become a citizen, and when that happened she would be able to seek another line of work, perhaps that of interpreter at the U.N. or for some private import-export company that traded with French companies. Her English was improving daily. True, like most French people she had difficulty with the letter R and the letter H, but most of the people who spoke with her enjoyed her lilting French accent.
It was while she was doing some shopping, the following day, that Mariane met Alvin Chardis. Alvin was a little on the pudgy side, and after a few moments of talking with him, she realized he wasn't the most brilliant man in the world, but Alvin was nice. He had clear brown eyes, curling black hair, a high forehead, a curved nose, and skinny lips. His chin was weak, as was his smile, yet for all that, Alvin, soon to be divorced from an overly demanding wife-she demanded his money at all times-was a nice person. She met him in the little park across the street from the butcher shop, and sat with him for awhile and talked.
She liked him right from the start. He told her he was still in the process of getting a divorce, or at least his wife was, and he was looking for some nice girl to date. Finally he got Mariane to agree to go out with him on Sunday, her day off.
Alvin was the first man Mariane met that she liked enough to date. Until now, she had been shy and wanted to avoid men. There was something almost pathetic about Alvin. She liked him immediately, and also liked the fact that he wasn't a groper or leaner, keeping his hands and his body to himself.
She got into the car and drove back to the Waner house. Carol Waner's car was a little Pinto, with an automatic transmission Mariane found pleasant enough to drive.
Back at the house, she finished her daily cleaning, glad Carol wasn't one of those women who demanded immediate attention at all times. Not only that, but now that she had been sexually sated, Carol was more relaxed. Mariane knew the woman would eventually want more, but until she actually made her demands, Mariane intended keeping to herself.
That evening, Bob Waner came home late, explaining to his wife he'd had some extra legal duties he'd had to perform. He and Carol had a Bridge party that evening, and the two of them went out. They returned at midnight, and Carol, really bushed, went directly to bed, where she conked out the minute she hit the pillow.
Bob, wearing a dressing gown and nothing else underneath, walked into the cozy little den downstairs where Mariane was watching a late night movie. She, herself, was wearing a bathrobe with a nightgown, underneath.
"Okay if I sit with you for awhile?" Bob asked, making himself a small drink.
"Thees ees your 'ouse, M'sieu Bob," she replied. "I cannot stop you."
"Still," he said, sitting next to her on the long sofa, "it'd be nice to know I was welcome."
"You are, 'ow you say, my sponsor. You 'ave been good to me, so of course you are welcome," she nodded, knowing it was unwise to antagonize him. He was going to do what he wished to do, and her resistance might only make things worse for her. She had to at least pretend to agree to like what he wanted... at least until she was a citizen, or she married a citizen, in which case she would have no need for Bob Waner.
Mariane was philosophical about what was happening to her. Since there was no way to prevent it, she accepted it. Feeling guilty about it would not make either Bob Waner or his wife ease their attentions, and so she automatically accepted the gesture of affection her employer was showing her. When he put his arm around her, though she didn't actually encourage him, she did nothing to discourage him. After awhile she felt herself getting tired, starting to doze off, then suddenly catching herself as her head almost sank each time she nearly fell asleep. She wasn't sure how long they had been sitting quietly like this. The moments quietly passed with the movie flashing across the color TV screen.
"Hey, you look ready to fall asleep," Bob whispered to her, giving the rounded swell of her shoulder the littlest nudge. His hand felt almost overpowering through the thin fabric of the robe she was wearing.
"Oh, I am sorry, M'sieu Bob," she answered, nodding a little, abruptly realizing the man was beginning to squeeze her the littlest bit closer to himself. She knew automatically what this was leading to, and she steeled herself for it.
Bob looked down at her and smiled, and then, without a word, the attorney permitted his fingers to slide along the upthrust swell of her breast until his open palm cupped the full, surging mound of her mammary delicately. He sensed her body immediately stiffening, her breath suddenly coming much faster as one finger, the middle finger began caressing the inviting softness of her full breast, rubbing the tiny swollen peak of her nipple through the flimsy robe and nightgown as he admired her ample, womanly figure. Yes, she was well-stacked French broad, all right, and just what he needed now that Carol was swollen so much out of shape as to be unattractive to him. Her skin was smooth, and the flesh was tight and resilient, her soft gold hair as rich and shining as that of a pre- teen. He enjoyed hearing her aroused breathing, knowing he was the cause of it, and he smiled to himself, enjoying this effect he was having on her. Yeah, it was good to have such total control over a woman other than his wife. Hell! He had less control over Carol than he did over this one. Whether she liked it or not, this woman was wrapped around his little finger... to be more precise, around his cock-that was for certain. She was right where he wanted her... in his power. She was a gold mine of physical delight, and he was one man who had no intention of losing out on this particular claim. The best part of it all was, because she wasn't his wife, he would be able to use her to help cement certain business deals as well. So either he would be fucking her, or he'd line her up for a client or two, and really rack up a fortune.
He squeezed the highly sensitive nipple of her right breast with his thumb and index finger, and the young French woman began to involuntarily shiver, feeling trembling spasms from her toes moving up along her spine to her neck. Mariane realized she was like a toy in the hands of a vicious child, yet she had no choice. She had to lie there and accept what he was doing to her.
Bob paused for a moment, then moved his exploring hand around the delightfully firm curvature of her full breast until his fingers found what he was seeking. With what seemed like a practiced deftness he pulled on the sash of her bathrobe. It pulled loose, and the robe fell open. He eased his hand down her back, moving along her buttocks until he reached the hem of her nightgown. Then he slipped his fingers underneath and slid his hand upward. She was wearing panties. He moved his finger to the top of her panties, finding the tight elastic band, then pushed a finger between the elastic and her smooth white skin. His finger pushed itself deeper and deeper, reaching far enough down into the hollow of her naked back to reach the top of her rounded ass cheeks. He pushed the digit between the two soft mounds, and began teasingly flicking the fingertip against the anus this same finger had invaded two days earlier. Mariane automatically shrunk away. - "Stay calm, you little coquette," he told her. "You've been touched there before, so just relax and take it easy."
He began teasing and tickling her nakedly sensitive anal pucker, moving his fingertip around in slow circles as his hand eased back along the smoothness of her skin, feeling the way her nightgown clung tightly to her body. Pausing first to undo the waist cinch of her nightgown, he unbuttoned the three small buttons on the back of the garment, then eased the bathrobe off her shoulders, baring her firm, white breasts.
He stopped for a moment, leaning back to look at her as she was turned toward him, her white paps straining forward, the pink nipples like puppy noses, puckering and looking as if they were trying to sniff far more of his fingers. His eyes hungrily roamed over her womanly swells and hollows. She had one terrifically well-formed body, all right. Yeah, she was quite a nice little gal, this little Frenchy.
Now he used his two hands and fumbled some more with her robe, pulling on it until it slid out from under her buttocks and he was able to toss it off to the side. The areolas of her breasts, two silver dollar-sized circles of rich pinkness, made him that much more aroused and excited. Her nipples enlarged and swelled, becoming firm and rigid as a sudden chilling breeze swept over them, caressing them, sending a burst of rippling energy charging through the fullness of her white breasts and down into the center of her belly, making the woman realize she was becoming man hungry. Well, she was becoming hungry for a climax. Right now, the thought of having it induced by a man pleased her no end. What she had done with Carol the previous day had been nice enough, but somehow it felt better being with a man. Why, she didn't know, but tickling static shuddered through her, making her realize that even if a man's touch was harsher than that of a woman, as far as she was concerned it was infinitely preferable. There was a certain thrilling ecstasy at being looked at and caressed this way.
His outstretched fingertips were now dancing very delicately against the soft and beckoning bulges of her womanly swells. First he would caress one, then gently caress the other before his fingers, like claws, clamped tightly over the ripely mature mound, squeezing the delicate marble-whiteness of her sweet flesh between clenched fingers.
Marian was burning up inside. She realized it was more than the man. It was something taking place inside her body. He had awakened a dormant lioness the day he had taken her virginity, and her body, whenever only mildly aroused, felt a strong roaring taking place inside her. The lovely French woman found herself unable to stand anymore. She had stayed silent as long as possible, and now she was gasping, "Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! Oui! Oui! Je t'adore... "
"You like it, huh?" Bob whispered.
"Oui! Oh Monsieur Bob, it feels, 'ow you say, incredible. Please do not stop!"
Her knees were swinging open and closed like a pair of barroom doors. Her delightfully rounded ass cheeks were massaging tightly against the cushions of the sofa. Mariane trembled, feeling a heated dampness spreading between her trembling thighs as the cheeks of her fully rounded buttocks clenched together like clamps at the fabric of her night gown, beneath them. Even his tantalizing little touches drove her insane as she found herself filled with more and more heated desire. Unable to control herself, she realized she was nearly out of her mind with blind passion. A scream was ready to burst from her lungs any second now because of the agonizing deliciousness the man's knowingly teasing fingers were bringing her. She found herself offering no resistance whatsoever as he shoved her over onto the cushions of the long sofa, stretching himself out next to her and continuing to tormentingly caress the delightfully soft, white naked mounds of her fleshily full breasts. She uttered a low, moaning sigh. It escaped from her lips as the man continued roughly squeezing the tenderly pulsating nipples between his fingers, continuing to mercilessly toy with them as her entire body wriggled and shuddered, trembling and quivering from his tantalizing touch.
His hand left the feverishly jutting nipples and slowly eased very gently along the soft flesh of her tender belly. Mariane's lovely body arched off the sofa as the attorney's fingers pushed her nightgown down, over her hips, finally taking it off her completely. Then he eased his hand under the waistband of her panties, brushing over the fluffy golden mound of her sparse pubic hair until his fingers made a maddening electrical contact with the heatedly wet lips of her tenderly dripping vaginal crease. Even in the dim light coming from the TV set, Bob was able to see the lovely blonde woman's flesh was covered with a multitude of goosepimples. She shuddered and trembled convulsively at his touch.
"AAAAAANNNNNHHHHH... OUI... OUI... EES SO NICE, SO NICE, M'SIEU... " the sex-crazed young woman began mindlessly murmuring, feeling as if she were free-floating in outer space at the moment because of the rapture induced in her simmering vaginal well by the touch of this man's hands.
Clinging firmly to the tenderly soft and moist flanges of her vaginal opening with his flattened palm, Bob now ventured a finger between the wetly pink ridges, and the quivering woman uttered a gasp as her feverish loins suddenly ground tightly against his continually exploring hand. His middle finger now carefully moved very slowly through the entire heated length of her narrow wet womanly slash, beginning at the taut, muscular ring of her rectal opening, easing over the hard strip of flesh that was her perineum-that bit of skin that separated one hole from the other-and then moving his plundering finger into the moistly rich and clasping sheath of her womanly chalice.
The tender coral vaginal walls parted very willingly as his outstretched and rigid finger slipped into the warmly clasping tunnel. He probed a little deeper, feeling the wetly fleshy passage open hungrily to his delving.
"Nice, huh, Mariane?" he whispered.
Mariane wanted to answer him, but as her lovely curved lips opened to speak, the man began to slowly wriggle a second extended and stiffened finger into the wet depths of her tightly constricted passage. He pushed hard, burying both fingers up to their third knuckles in the burning, juicy depths of her sucking vaginal nave. He probed as deep as possible, forcing a muffled cry of agonized delight and pleasure to come bursting hoarsely from her gasping throat.
"Tell me," he insisted, ramming his fingers in and out with the rapidity of a steamdrill. "I want to hear you say it. Do you like it, or not?"
"Mon Dieu! Oui!" she gasped. "I love eet... I can even feel a certain love for you at such times, M'sieu Bob."
The attorney's ravishing manual digit slipped out of her pussy's tight and wetly clasping grip, and the man began to teasingly drag the tip of his finger back and forth along her warm, sodden slit until he found the throbbing bulb of her tender clitoris. Using just his thumb and forefinger, the sex-crazed man squeezed the incredibly sensual little nerve-endings as the gasping young woman moaned and wriggled against him on the divan. Back and forth, as if rolling a child's playing marble, the man continued deftly rolling the pulsating little pink pellet, making Mariane continue to gasp. The helpless woman found herself choking for air as rippling waves of undiluted animal passion and thrilling physical rapture swept continually over her shamelessly aroused and shuddering womanly body.
As her naked pelvis continued grinding upward against his flatly pressed palm, Bob continued his maddening, manual assault on her trembling loins, his thumb and forefinger twisting and pulling on the hardened little capsule of her pink clitoris until the young French woman began loudly moaning and crying softly because of the thrillingly overpowering, delightful agonies of the man's continually skillful fondling.
"UNNNHHHH... DO NOT STOP M'SIEU... PLEASE... SIL VOUS PLAIT... PLEASE... MORE... MORE... " she gasped gaggingly, her hoarse words choking out of her, barely audible in the little room.
Sensing the lovely blonde was near her climax, the man began to roughly massage her wetly pulsating vaginal opening repeatedly harder with the tips of his fingers, consistently stroking over the quivering fleshy little peak of her ultra-sensitive clitoris, then moving his fingers through the furrow between the hungrily pursed lips of her anxious vagina.
"AHHHHHH... OUI... OUI... OUI... " Abruptly, the young woman's rounded ass cheeks and slender back began arching high off the sofa as if her slender torso were suddenly possessed by an evil demon. Her heatedly wet vagina began madly grinding and rotating against the palm of his open hand as a long, low pitiful sigh eased from between her parched slightly parted lips.
"AAAAYYYAAAGGGHHHUUURRR- GGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHHAAARRRGGG- HHHAAAWWWUUUGGGHHH! " The impassioned young French woman began shuddering from the top of her head to the soles of her feet as she jerked and twitched convulsively while shivering currents of her thrilling climax blasted through her heatedly straining young loins. The man's hand was suddenly splashed with a continual gush of heavy, slippery oil. It covered his palm and seeped down the crevice between her ass cheeks before spreading in lewd trickles over the puffy moonlike cheeks of her rounded buttocks. Finally, with a trembling, shuddering sigh, she slowly sank back to the couch, lying face to face with her employer.
Oh, but that had been good. He had induced an orgasm in her without even using his penis, this time.
"Oh, Monsieur Bob," she sighed throatily, still struggling to try and catch her breath. "Oh monsieur, that was magnifique!"
The man looked at her, smiling wordlessly, slowly easing his sodden fingers from the heatedly oily grip of her sucking vagina. He sat up, wiping the slippery traces of her climactic fury from his hand with a clean handkerchief in his back pocket. Then he said, "Now that I've been good to you, Mariane, I expect you to be good to me."
"Certainmente!" she nodded, unthinkingly. Without thinking twice about it, Mariane swiftly removed her crumpled outer clothing, then slid out of her underthings, as well. She unhooked her garter belt without removing her stockings, then rolled it down her legs with each of her stockings, and left everything lying on the floor in a little heap. In only a few seconds she was completely naked. Her ripely rounded, mature body was glistening with tiny beads of perspiration from the excitement and the anguished anticipation of the overpowering orgasmic delight she had enjoyed. She hadn't realized how much her body now needed such overpowering and total satisfaction.
She glanced at him. He was still reclining on the sofa, still dressed, and she glanced at the thick bulged cylinder in his trousers, feeling both covetous and hungry for it in spite of her satisfaction. It seemed the more she was satisfied, the more she wanted. To her passion-glazed eyes the penis, even covered up, seemed to be longer now than it had been the first time. She began twitching nervously, still not quite used to a man's hungry eyes on her naked flesh.
"M'sieu Bob... you will... 'ow you say, fuck me now?" she asked, and it was a plea more than anything else; a whine as she ground her slenderly firm and rounded thighs together to fight the mounting desire once again starting to build between her thighs. He had awakened a sleeping dragon within her. Her vagina had become the mouth of the dragon, aching to devour any and all penises. Mariane found it hard to believe she was the same woman as the sedate female who had come to this house not too long ago.
However Bob Waner had other plans. He had to prove himself the dominant member of their relationship at all times, and as a result was intent on completely overwhelming the lovely French woman, controlling her. This time he had to make her completely obey him willingly, because there would come a time when he would make good use of her. He had many prospects who would pay large retainers for his services if he had a good reason to make them come to his firm. He was an excellent attorney, but so were many members of the competition. He had to offer something over and above quality service, in addition to that service. His reputation as a superb attorney was already spreading. When he had this woman completely dominated, he would be able to proceed. This was the next step in his complete domination of her so he would be able to use her in ways he would never have dared use his own wife. She had to understand she was his pawn, and the sooner the better.
Mariane watched nervously, barely able to control her patience as the man swung his feet off the sofa and without hurrying, began to remove his own clothing. He let everything fall on a nearby chair, and when he tugged down his undershorts, once more revealing that massive missile between his thighs, seeing the way it swung from side to side like a towering crane, she shivered again, thinking how much bigger it looked now than it had looked, earlier. Ahhhhh! It was so large around, nothing at all like the penis of Andre, or of her mother's lovers.
"You weel fuck me now, oui?" she asked, hopefully.
"I will fuck you now, no!" he replied. "I've already given you your satisfaction, cheri. Now the time has come for you to learn of another way to please me. I want you to get down on your knees," he said, his voice changing to that of one giving orders. "I wish you to use your mouth, this time." The lovely blonde French woman's mind felt as if it had been dealt a staggering blow at the sound of such vile words. He had overpowered her once, but it had been so good. Surely M'sieu Bob didn't intend for her to such a terrible thing. Oh, she was well aware her mother did it for all her boy friends, but Mariane had sworn this was one thing she would never do. Perhaps there were other women who liked performing such vile acts, but she was definitely not one of them.
The aroused young blonde woman stood there, trying to think of some graceful way out of this. She had to find some kind of reason that would make him accept her not wanting to do this. It was obvious from the look in his eyes he was expecting her to do this, but never in her life had she done such a vile thing... not even Andre had expected it after she had told him no with a definite finality. The very idea was dirty.
"Sil vous plait, Monsieur... I cannot do thees terrible theeng you weesh... please... " But the slender, handsome attorney was deter - mined that this particular step in the young French woman's complete and total subjugation and, yes... her humiliation... would not be bypassed. She had to know who was boss.
"Come on, Mariane, down on your knees, now! I don't want to start threatening you again. But you know when I'm determined to have my way, I have my way. Now keep your voice low, because if you accidentally wake up Madame, you know it's back to France for you. Now, on those knees!"
Brushing the lovely spun gold that was her hair from her forehead and eyes, Mariane fell to her knees and all but crawled back to the sofa, settling at her lover's feet, all the while trying desperately to think of some way out of all this. The harder she thought, the more she realized there simply was no way out. He always meant what he said. Mariane had discovered that for the most part, Bob was an agreeable male, having bought her almost an entire wardrobe without charging it against her salary. He had made life for her here in the United States good. She had never used things like washing machines, dryers, and dish washers back in France. She was fast becoming used to all these luxuries. To return to the life of a French peasant was unthinkable. She had become very spoiled.
His dangling penis, only semi-erect because of his having had to "discuss" this with her, still sagged of its own immense weight, and now it was scarcely a foot away from her pretty face. She fought to keep down the swollen lump building in her throat, feeling a combination of terror and revulsion. She shuddered at the mere idea of what he wanted... that big swollen organ, fully erect and stiff, actually pushing its way into the narrowness of her little gullet. What was more, he would not be satisfied with her merely sucking on it for a little while. He wanted the penis in her mouth until his sperm was splashing in her pharynx.
Bob sat on he sofa, then slid his naked buttocks forward, looking like some kind of engineer gauging the distance from his limply dangling penis to her wetly trembling lips. He shifted his hips slightly so that the reddish thickness of his glans actually touched her lips for an instant.
"All right, dear little bit of French fluff, the old cock is now yours, all yours. Now, if you do a good enough job, before I go to sleep I promise I'll grow one more erection and give you the fucking of your life. Don't worry! I can do it!"
He reassured her, patting her on the head, as if she were a dog. His hand came down and patted her cheek, as well, then he chucked her under the chin, his eyes glancing between her naked thighs, seeing more wetness emerging from her pussy. Bob knew the woman better than she knew herself. Hell! Physically, what he was suggesting was affecting her in an entirely different way from the manner in which it touched her mind. Her body, even without her knowledge, was apparently anxious to do anything sexual.
Tears spilling gently from her eyes, Mariane turned her face away from the enormous bulb shaped head and tightly scrunched her eyes shut, hoping somehow the thick organ would simply disappear. She hoped she'd be able to open her eyes and be in her little bedroom.
Bob reached down and gripped her hair, spinning her head back so that she was less than two inches away from his semi-erect and dangling organ.
"Now listen, gorgeous," he murmured softly. "I've been nice and patient... so far. I don't like the idea of threatening women. It's not my style, but I want what I want, if you follow my meaning."
His tone was calm, nevertheless, it was very threatening, and Mariane knew it would be very unwise to arouse his wrath. All men, no matter how openly kind, were nasty when they got mean. She had already experienced his overpowering strength, and the idea of being forced definitely didn't appeal to her. But the idea of sucking his penis appealed to her even less.
At that moment Bob Waner grew tired of actually waiting longer. He reached down and grabbed her right ear with his left hand, and he began twisting it. The pain was sharp and sudden, and for a brief moment the young French blonde thought she was going to pass out. She cried out in a short, sharp gasp, pleading with him to stop, and he slapped her face, warning her not to make sounds that might awaken his wife, though he was fairly certain Carol would have slept through an elephant stampede. With his hand still gripping her ear, he tugged her face close. When she put up her hands to take his away, he used his free hand to slap her fingers down. Then he roughly shoved his hips forward so that the blunted end of his heavy, glistening phallus obscenely pressed itself against her wetly glistening lips. Again he twisted at her shellshaped ear, and again her mouth opened and this time a soft moan of pain came out.
"NOW YOU COME AHEAD, MARIANE, AND YOU START SUCKING MY COCK," he insisted. "RIGHT NOW! SUCK IT!"
Her mouth opened a little wider with one more twist of her ear. Her agonized lips separated further, letting the handsome attorney stare at the wetly open orifice in front of his loins. Then he carefully, gently pushed the massively pulsating head into her heatedly moist oral cavern, letting it lie there, twitching slightly as it grew harder and that much more erect.
The young French woman didn't move-not even a little-she was so terrified that the brushing of her quaking tongue on the enormous helmet of his stiff cock might cause it to swell and become even thicker.
"It's your choice whether this is going to be done gently or roughly," Bob insisted. "But my cock is definitely going to be sucked by your mouth until I spurt at least one load down that lovely throat of yours. Now as to whether this is going to be with loving care or strongly-the decision is yours." His voice wasn't nasty or sneering, but the tone was very dominant, letting her know he was intent on having what he was ordering. "You just start sucking softly and build your way up to really working it over, honey. You'll like it a lot better than if I have to grab your hair and cram it all down your throat. You know I'm telling the truth."
Mariane realized how utterly hopeless it was for her to resist this man. Once again she was caught up in the quandary of not wanting to anger him enough for him to withdraw his sponsorship. Damn! If her mother was able to do this so willingly, there was no reason on earth why she ought not to be able to perform the same thing. No matter how degrading and terrible she thought all this was, anything was better than having to go back. She fought back the inwardly churning ball of nausea continuing to grow heavier by the second in the knotted depths of her fear-wrenched belly and finally, after taking a deep breath through her nostrils, closed the wet ribbon of her lips over the pulsating, fleshy staff as her tongue reluctantly teased the bottom. His hands began loosening their grip on her ear and hair as she finally began to do as he wished. He had strong hands, and they held her shoulders now, his fingers almost digging into her flesh, though it was not nearly as painful. She was well aware the man was strong enough to inflict some kind of damage on her if he didn't always get what he wanted. She remembered the way he had manhandled her the first time. She was a slender, helpless girl, and aside from the man and his wife, didn't know anyone else well enough to seek protection. She shut her eyes tightly to keep from looking at his groin, trying to keep her mind only on this degrading task that he was insisting she perform.
Smiling, Bob looked down at the lengthy swollen lance of flesh protruding from his hair-blanketed pelvis. One-third of it was already throbbing ever- so-gently in her warm, partly opened mouth, as her wetly pursed lips stretched tightly around the glowing red tip.
In a way he was sorry she hadn't tried resisting a little more. He did have a slightly sadistic streak in him; one he had never been able to gratify with Carol. He had always wanted to belt a woman around a little, but somehow, without some kind of justification, he simply was unable to do it. Now that she was complying, he had no reason to wallop her. She was a good woman, though. Someday she would end up marrying some lucky guy. Now the guy would be luckier than he normally might be, simply because Mariane was getting such a first- rate education from him.
Better not to think of her future, right now. The best thing was to simply sit there and enjoy what he knew was going to be one superb blow job. She was new at this, but had a natural instinct about her. He supposed all French women were natural blow job artists. Oh, Carol was good at it, all right. She was terrific, but initially had to be coaxed, and it had taken her years to learn to do it properly. This one was an instant learner, and she was almost Carol's equal right now. One or two more sessions with his cock in her mouth and she would be truly outstanding.
He smiled, watching her blonde head as it began to slowly, reluctantly slide back and forth on the long, saliva-moistened length of his shuddering prick. Damn! Even though she had never had a cock in her mouth before she was doing just fine. First he had taken her vaginal virginity, and now he was taking her oral virginity as well. Oh yeah!
Bob permitted his hands to slip from her lovely blonde head and move down over her smooth, velvety flesh. He caressed her shoulders again, happy to note his fingers had left no bruises in her perfect, unblemished, satiny skin. She felt so deliciously hot and comfortable to his touch.
It was obvious Mariane was still not really working at sucking his throbbing cock, so the handsome attorney brought his palms back up to the sides of her head, firmly placing them on either side of her lovely face. His grip tightened and he held her neatly in position, enjoying the feel of his heatedly thumping phallic member as he began rhythmically pumping it in and out of her mouth, pistoning his hips back and forth. His penis felt as if it were still enlarging, jutting as it did from his pelvis, rubbing between her wetly ovalled lips as the swollenly bulbous, lasciviously distended head poked against the back of her mouth. He enjoyed the sensation of her even, white, sharp little teeth grating sensuously against the sensitive underside of his throbbingly thick phallus while the wetly rough surface of her delightful oral digit continued to brush along the entire underlength of his thickly erect flesh. Now it was so finely attuned to the slightest movement in her mouth, it sensed the smallest change of direction or the least little motion that caused shivers of savage animal desire to continue charging through his shuddering loins.
"AHHHH... YESSS... THATTA GIRL... THATTA GIRL!" he complimented, now pushing a little harder, forcing the thick head of his penis to push into the narrow entrance to her esophagus. Her warmly enveloping lips slid along the hair-covered base, and she paused once or twice, with the penis still in her mouth, to pluck la loose hair from her tongue.
To Mariane, the fleshy stalk seemed to grow harder and longer. It also became thicker with each forward plunge of his hips, bloating until it seemingly reached elephantine proportions.
Bob smiled widely as he watched the beautiful young French woman struggle to do her best and take the full length of his penis into her mouth. Hey now! Not even Carol had tried something like that. His wife sucked his cock, but drew the line at letting the head penetrate her tender throat. He watched as she gaggingly swallowed and choked each time he flicked his loins forward, though he was surprised to find his penile head inching in a little deeper, then a little deeper, then even deeper. Hell! He was going to open her throat, that's what he was going to do.
He had found himself one helluva fabulous little cocksucker here. She used her mouth as well as she used her cunt. She was going to make just about any and every man happy, and earn him a huge fortune before she finally became a citizen and found some lucky man of her own. She was relaxing her throat muscles even more, letting that much more of his penis slide in. Oh wow! She was fantastic! Hell! An experienced fellatrice would have envied this novice her natural abilities. She was something clear out of this world.
Mariane gulped and gurgled, continually fighting the urge to choke on the pulsing penis of heavy flesh as it continued burrowing into the depths of her throat. This was all so new to Mariane, but the more she performed it, the more . she was learning to like it. Each time his muscular abdomen slapped against her moistly pursed oral lips, the wickedly torturing instrument pushed itself obscenely against the back of her throat, and then began sliding down.
Initially, Mariane had been certain she would have strangled to death, and she had fought hard to keep the organ out of her gullet, gasping and choking with every one of the man's wantonly overpowering thrusts. She remembered instructions her mother had once given her, telling her to relax at all times, no matter what her lover might wish to do to her, and she would not only be able to do anything he wished, but would actually enjoy it herself. Indeed, the penis was rubbing against something in the depths of her throat that was arousing her. Each time he would pull back, the helmeted rim of his glans would massage her inner throat, building the thrills that much higher in her. He would tug the head back, almost all the way out of her clasping mouth, letting the rim be trapped by her teeth. Then he would once again begin his instroke, ramming his huge cock all the way back down her throat, once more titillating the nerve- endings in her gullet.
To Mariane it seemed as if his penis was actually bending forward a little to fit into the curvature of her throat each time the rubbery head pressed against the back of her gullet. It was as if her heated saliva actually lubricated the organ, making it more and more slippery, in addition to the constant oozing of oils from the tip of his organ.
Every time she felt his penis push in, she swallowed against it, taking it all the way down, pressing her lips against the hairy base of his pelvis, and it soon became evident to her that the actual flexing of her throat muscles was what was going to bring that inevitable quantity of sperm even sooner than she had expected. She viewed his orgasm with a mixture of feelings. She liked the sensation of his penis moving in and out of her gullet, even though it almost painfully gagged her each time it pushed its way in. Yet the thought of his emptying his testicles down her throat made her feel as if she were some kind of Montmarte poule. In spite of the fact that her mother had once confessed to enjoying the taste of the fluid, Mariane shuddered at the thought of it.
When his spearing prick pushed its way into her gullet and she didn't swallow, she found herself almost drowning in her own saliva. She choked and gagged, and the man, fearful she might actually strangle, did pull his throbbing penis out for a moment. He rubbed the pulsating head over her lips, smearing seminal oil from the slit in the tip over her tongue and lips. He left her lips glistening with his impatiently dribbling lubrication.
Mariane felt totally humbled now. She wondered if all men were like this. For some reason, Alvin Chardis came to mind, and she wondered if he would be this cruel and overbearing with her. He always seemed to be such a nice man. In the bedroom would he revert to being a monster?
Bob felt the throbbing, telltale twitch of his loins letting him know a reservoir of dammed-up, seething flood of heated seminal fluid was restlessly aching to surge out of his aching testicles as he slowly, rhythmically pumped in and out of her tightly ovalled lips, savoring every delicious stroke as the penis disappeared agonizingly down the satin channel of her velvet throat. He ached to feel every last drop of his semen as it made the long, fast run from his lust-contracted scrotum to the head of his throbbingly pulsating cock. His hands squeezed tightly around her ears, holding her absolutely motionless in his strong grip while he rammed his penis deeper and deeper into the tight constriction of her narrow esophagus.
He felt it coming, now, the spermatic flow. The boiling, seething fluid was rushing from his testicles into the little tubes that led into his urethra, and then it was slowly rumbling through the length of his cock. He crammed every last inch of it down her gullet, feeling her throat contractions tugging on his penis as her lips brushed his pubic hairs and testicles. He held her head perfectly still as he waited breathlessly for her tongue, running along the underside of his cock, to complete its work. Then he was shooting.
"UUURRRGGGHHHMMMNNNPHHHMM- AAANNNAAANNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHH- AAARRRGGGHHH!" he gasped through gritted teeth, barely holding his scream down, terrified his wife might awaken and hear what he was doing. "AHHHAAAHHH!" he sighed, emptying his lungs at the same moment that his testicles' contents poured down her throat.
Mariane sucked hungrily, not understanding why she suddenly discovered the need to drink all his semen, but his long penis rubbing in her throat was still enough to set off the second orgasm in her own body, and as she drank, she gagged, "UUU- GGLLMMPGGHHMMNNUURRGGLLPHH!" She thrilled to the taste of his pungent flow, wanting all of it, now discovering why her mamma had always enjoyed doing this with men. It was definitely not the horrible thing she had always believed. Next to fucking, it was the most wonderful thing to happen to a woman. She gulped the gushing flow like a starving animal, her arms wrapped around his as she remained kneeling.
Oh Mariane-love! he thought, you are going to make all my dreams come true.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sunday arrived without either Carol or Bob having made any more demands on Mariane, and the young French woman realized she was becoming more and more anxious. Bob Waner had triggered something in her and there was no turning back. She needed loving. She needed it badly. Yet she certainly didn't dare approach either of the Waners. To let them know of the heat burning through her loins would be to invite continued attacks by one or both of them on her.
Sunday morning, like all good French women, Mariane went to church. She found the services not too unlike the one in France since much of it was conducted in Latin. Afterward, she returned home, put on a simple blouse and skirt, both a light pink, added some matching lipstick, slipped into a comfortable pair of shoes, and then waited until Alvin Chardis stopped by.
The man was there promptly at one o'clock, and Mariane introduced him to the Waners. Bob Waner would have objected, except he knew Alvin was one of the Chardis Brothers. They owned a factory with a hundred employees and were always negotiating with some union-or-other. It was rumored they were looking for some new attorney, so Bob smiled when Mariane introduced him to Alvin. He knew Alvin's older brother through the man. He gave his "blessing" to their date, and the two of them left together.
Alvin took Mariane to a local foreign movie house, where there was a French movie playing with English titles on the screen. Afterward, he took her to a restaurant where the cuisine was Italian. It was the first time Mariane had eaten Italian food, and she had to admit she liked it.
At six o'clock, Alvin Said, "It's only our first date, so I know it isn't right to invite you to see my apartment."
Mariane had been in a quandary the whole day. She wanted to arouse the man, but at the same time she wanted him to believe she was a "nice girl." Yet, to let him know she wouldn't see his apartment would mean going back to the Waners and feeling totally unsatisfied.
"I am certain I can trust a gentleman like you, M'sieu Alvin. I should vairy much like to see your apartment."
"It's really not much," he told her. "Ever since my divorce my wife took the house and everything else of real value. I gave her a lump sum settlement, so at least I don't have to pay alimony, but still, it'll take a long time before I'll be back on my feet. That bitch took everything."
"Ah, you do not trust women any longer, I can see that," Mariane teased.
"Not all women are alike," Alvin smiled. "For instance, you're different, Mariane. I like you. I like you a lot."
"And I like you, M'sieu Alvin. Please, I would deem it an honor if you would take me to your apartment."
So he drove to his apartment in his luxurious new Cadillac. Mariane had to admit she liked riding in the car. The apartment itself was in a luxurious building in the expensive part of town.
Once inside, Mariane had to admit the place was more luxurious than the Waner household. But everything was suited to a man. There were many changes she would have made had she been mistress of such an elegant apartment.
It had seven rooms, three of which were bedrooms. The living room was huge, with a large window that overlooked a park just below. All the carpeting was sky blue, as were the draperies. The furniture was a mix of expensive stuff, and none of it seemed to match. There was one chair Mariane liked very much, though. It wasn't large enough to be called a love seat, but it was too large to be called a chair. She had no idea what it was called, because she and the slightly pudgy Alvin were able to sit on it very comfortably.
They had talked non-stop while riding to the apartment, and once there, they continued, as if they always had a lot of things to say to one another. Actually it was small talk, yet they liked saying nothing, while being in one another's company.
Alvin found some French cognac, and the two of them drank three toasts. The alcohol seemed to be what she needed to calm her nerves a little, and she felt relaxed and in a moment of gratitude, happy that she was with him instead of spending her day off alone as she had the previous week. She leaned over and lightly kissed Alvin on the mouth. Before she was able to pull back, Alvin had grabbed her and pressed her tightly against his chest, returning her kiss with a yearning hunger for her that only now was she able to sense.
, For a moment she thought of pulling back since that was the way a "nice" girl was expected to react. Then she decided that pulling back might discourage the man, and she let herself go limp, feeling the excitement in his kisses as his lips continued hungrily pressing against her own. Ummmmm! His kisses tasted good. She liked them. There was fervor and passion in them, but there was also something in them she had never felt with Bob Waner or Andre, for that matter. She wondered if this was what was known as love. Little fluttering feelings, like mothwings of delight, flitted through her belly.
Encouraged by her response, Alvin began stroking her breast through her pink blouse, and then his tongue began seeping into her mouth, encouraged when she parted her lips and accepted it. Soon the tongue was lancing in and out of her open mouth. His passion was rising inside him, and his thick, lengthy penis had grown to its full length, jerking in his pants as he listened to her soft moans of utter delight. His left hand fell to her smoothly rounded ass cheeks, and his fingers pulled on her skirt, gathering it until he was underneath and touching her panties. His fingers moved lower when she squirmed and touched her stockinged thigh just above the knee.
Pulling his mouth from hers, Alvin whispered, "Mariane, I know it's only our first date, but I want to make love to you," he murmured huskily into her mouth, his hand moving from her buttocks to caress her ripely straining breasts again, feeling the delicious fullness of them.
Abruptly, Mariane found herself struggling. Not even in France did a "good girl" allow too many liberties on the first date. So against her will she found herself trying to pull away from his passionate embrace.
"No, M'sieu Alvin," she insisted. "This is not gentlemanly behavior."
"Mariane," he whispered, holding her close. "I know this sounds mad, but I love you. I'm crazy about you. Besides, I want to do things for you and not to you."
"Non... non... " she gasped, a little frightened at his insistence as she struggled to pull out of his passionate embrace. "Thees ees not right. I 'ave trusted you. You are betraying that trust."
Alvin, snugly pressing himself against the squirming young blonde, held her solidly against him and slowly caressed her back, whispering, "It's all right, Mariane, it's all right. I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to do. I love you too much to harm you."
Ah! He was different from Bob Waner, after all. He did have respect for her. Assured by the kindness in Alvin's voice, she stopped struggling, relaxing in the man's arms. Ummmm! It did feel good to be held by someone who professed to love her, and whom she felt it was possible for her to love. The three cognacs had dulled her sensitivities, and at the moment she was totally unaware of the sexual thoughts rampantly running wild in the aroused mind of the man holding her.
Alvin did love her. He was surprised, more than she, because he was certain he would never love a woman again, especially after what his wife had done to him. She was one of those women with a compulsive need to be a mother, and he had been unable to father children by her. So she had adopted, spending his money like water and bringing in four children to the house. Each one had been an illegal baby, and had cost Alvin fifteen- thousand dollars. But his wife hadn't cared as long as her compulsive need had been gratified. Well hell! When she had wanted him to steal from the business so she might be able to adopt a fifth child, he had put his foot down, and as a result, she had divorced him, charging all kinds of cruelty. She had taken the house, the two cars, the bank accounts, and everything else, but he was rid of her, and he was well rid of her. He had been so sick of looking at her ugly face.
Here was a beautiful woman, a woman who liked him, a woman for whom he wanted to do all kinds of things. When he had initially met his wife she had been a grabber right from the start, insisting he buy her things if he wanted to go on seeing her. Not so with this pretty little Dresden China doll. She was so beautiful, so fragile- looking, and yet so warm. He wouldn't risk pregnancy with her, even if he had been incapable of siring children with his wife. After all, it might merely have been a combination of the two of them that was wrong.
"Shhhhhhh!" he whispered, holding Mariane gently. "Just relax, take it easy, everything's going to be fine, you'll see," he whispered even lower as he slowly kissed the nape of her neck and gently moved her full, pouting lips back to his. She was really special, this one. He touched her tenderly, softly, but there was nothing tender or soft about the ache in his throbbing balls. Nor was there anything gentle in the stiffness of his cock as blood pounded through it. Hot, tingling sensations burst through the minaret like head of his penis, and Alvin Chardis knew he would have to do something about it very shortly, or go out of his mind. He had to do it soon, but he had to do it without frightening her because she had come to mean so much to him.
Gradually the man's hungering kisses became more and more urgent. When his tongue sought her mouth, the lovely little French woman opened her lips to readily receive it. Perhaps, just perhaps, he might be able to bring her around to this way of thinking without doing anything to frighten her. The soft, tickling strands of her golden hair tickled his ears as he kissed her, and the touch of that hair succeeded in intensifying the salacious desires already building in the man's throbbing loins.
Without removing his lips from hers, he slowly lowered his hand to her stockinged thigh again, and he touched her just above the top of her stockings, on the bare flesh. She gasped, then gripped his head between her hands, running her fingers through his hair.
Encouraged by this, Alvin began lightly stoking the white smoothness of her silken flesh all the way up to the tight elastic legbands of her bikini panties. Each one of his manual caresses was a little bit closer to the warmly pulsating flesh of her panty covered vagina. When she sighed, pressing her body a little closer to his, he became even bolder and slid his other hand more firmly around her body, reaching for the soft pliancy of her breast.
At this point Mariane was starved for love and for the moment forgot about her resolve to pretend to be a "good girl." She made no effort to stop him when he moved his hand away from her soft, warm loins and slipped his hand inside the neckline of her blouse after undoing the top three buttons. He reached into her flimsy brassiere and cupped her naked breasts, sending tiny licking flames of thrilling passion through her shuddering abdomen. She groaned in lascivious delight as he began rolling the hardening nipple of her left breast maddeningly between his thumb and forefinger. When she felt the furnacelike heat of his breath brushing softly against her face, the lovely French woman subconsciously thrust her lovely pink tongue out more, ramming it sharply forward and feeling the man suck the lingual organ deep into the heated wetness of his own anxious mouth. His kisses were like heated, burning fire to the lovely woman, and she wanted more.
Easing his hungry mouth from her ripely delicious lips, Alvin whispered, "Mariane... Mariane, you know you like what I'm doing. Please... please let me take off your clothes so I can love and caress you more easily."
"No... " she whimpered, the sound of his voice snapping her out of the near-hypnotic state into which she had almost fallen. She realized she was still passionately returning his kiss anyway, unable to stop herself.
She wanted to break away from him, to run, to prevent him from knowing what a whore she had been with the Waners. But at the same time her body craved his touch, and she found herself unable to get away. The cognac, burning in her bloodstream, had melted her resolve to act like a "good girl." Wave after overpowering wave of wanton pleasure and sexual desire continued charging through her trembling body, spreading outward from the nipple he was rolling between his fingers, into her breast, and from there to the rest of her body. It felt so delicious, so wonderful, so thrilling, so delightful, so overpowering.
Weakly, she rolled her head back and forth in limp protest. She wanted to refuse, and even managed to unconvincingly moan a "N-O-O-O-O- O-O-O-O!" But Alvin ignored her, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it out of her waist. When she tried to object once again, he shoved his lips against hers, hotly kissing her, probing with his tongue between her own lips, past the barrier of her small white teeth. She found herself eagerly sucking at the organ, battling with it by thrusting her own tongue at it and jabbing with her own lingual lance.
Unconsciously she allowed her hand to slide down Alvin's back. She caught herself, and forced her fingers up to his shoulder, tightly gripping it, inwardly hoping for some strength to fend him off, because she liked him and didn't want him to think she was such an easy tramp.
Breathtaking delight overcame the lovely blonde French woman as his fingers undid the clasp of her brassiere and slid it off her shoulder so that his palm was now sliding over each of her nipples in turn. He tweaked one with his fingers while rubbing the other with the heel of his hand, and all the while she continued rolling her shoulders from side to side in undisguised desire.
Slowly now, taking great care not to alarm the lovely woman, Alvin moved his wetly hungry mouth lower and lower, down to her straining breasts. He started nibbling at first one, then the other nipple, sucking them into his mouth and teasing her softly resilient mound with uncontrollable passion.
Mariane gasped and jumped, feeling the thrill of his hand tracing itself across her sensitive pubic flesh, and for a moment her breath caught in her throat as the man's outstretched middle finger sought for, and finally found the elastic legband of her panties. Slowly the finger began sliding beneath the band, and a moment later, groaning in lust, she thrilled to the sensation of his fingertip parting the tender labia of her vagina. She all but gasped with thrilled delight as she felt him slowly worming his finger into her heated vaginal wetness, seeking out, and finally finding the soft inner crevice of flesh that was the hood covering her clitoris. She was sodden, soaking wet from the burning fluids now seeping from the depths of her quivering vagina. The oils dripped on the bank of her panties, and she moaned with thrilled ecstasy, now feeling totally wanton and more aroused than ever, completely out of control. She began unconsciously spreading her thighs wider, offering him even greater access to her vagina.
Her gasping moans inspired her new-found lover to delve even further, and now he carefully and gently pushed his firm, outstretched finger up and down inside the slot of her aching pussy, teasing the furrow, while at the same time his hungry mouth continued to nip and suck at her warmly hardened, lovely nipples of rich pink.
Mariane drew in her breath as she felt his probing finger moving slowly deeper, deeper, and still deeper into the simmering cauldron that was her burningly aroused vagina. She thought for a moment she ought not to be so willing for the man to continue what he was doing, but the unexpected pleasure at the moment far outweighed any thoughts she had of propriety. Bob Waner had really set off demons inside her. This was so much better than being with Bob, even though he knew how to make love to her. Alvin wasn't forcing her, making her feel she was being dominated by him. Alvin was treating her with the kind of love she had always looked forward to. Her senses were numbed by the fiery cognac, and the hidden passion she had attempted to contain inside her was coming out whether she liked it or not.
"UUUUUUNNNNNHHHHH... AAAAA- NNNNNHHHHHHH!" sounds came issuing from her mouth, totally without her controlling them as the man's tenderly gentle, teasing finger suddenly began a gentle massage of the hardened bud of her quivering little clitoral extension. The erotic delights charging through her shuddering young, supple body were absolutely fantastic, and she felt as if she were a tuning fork, vibrating from top to bottom.
Aroused beyond belief, finding it didn't take Bob Waner to do it, Mariane felt a sense of relief, knowing it was possible to feel this way with others. It had confirmed her suspicions, but she'd had to be sure. Still, she hadn't intended letting things get this far with Alvin Chardis. She was only vaguely aware her hips were violently pumping up and down against the finger rubbing her clitoral nubbin.
Feeling the way the young blonde's hungry lunges increased, Alvin found it difficult to keep his-own body under control. This was one hot woman, all right, and he was attributing much of her heat to the emotion he felt for her, knowing she felt the same thing for him. This knowledge seemed to goad him on and he was well aware he had to control his own passions a little longer. Soon he would have her at the point where she would be only too glad to let him do anything he wished. If he was able to maintain this pace, he knew it wouldn't be too much longer.
Gently, carefully, tenderly, he eased his finger from the depths of her vagina and carefully moved his hand to the waistband of her panties, thinking he was conquering this woman all by himself, believing it was his charm and nothing more that was making her succumb. All the while his mouth continued sucking at her lustfully throbbing breasts while he slid the soft material of her bikinis down the curve of her lovely trembling hips, over her limber, slender thighs, and on down to her ankles and feet, which she unknowingly lifted for him so her panties would fall to the floor.
Mariane was too overcome with thrilled passion to think about what was actually happening to her. No longer did she concentrate on being a "good girl." She was too wrapped up in what was happening to her. She thrilled to the cold rush of air in the room running across the heated pucker of her pouting vaginal lips. For a moment it occurred to her she wasn't really supposed to do this on a first date, and she was ready to pretend panicking when she felt overpowering tremors of burning lust flooding her lower loins as Alvin's hungry mouth continued teasing and tantalizing the out-stretched nipples of her breasts. She moaned and pulled his head even closer to her swollen nipples, then moaned again-gasping louder this time-as he captured her clitoris between his rolling thumb and forefinger.
It was at that moment that Alvin Chardis decided to make his move. He was going to make this wonderful woman so ecstatic that she would never be sorry she undressed for him. He began sliding his body downward, letting his tongue lick across her naked skin. Her skirt was bundled around her waist, but her upper torso remained completely exposed, as did her loins, because he had pulled her panties off. Her garter belt and stockings were still neatly in place, though. He moved his heatedly searching tongue across her quivering lower belly and teased at the edge of her sparsely curled vaginal hairs. Then he lowered himself further on the wide chair until his knees were on the floor and his face was above her widespread vaginal passage. She lay back against the arm of the chair, with one leg over the other arm, and the other leg on the floor, in a funk, not knowing what Alvin was doing. Alvin stared with wide open eyes at the pulsating swollen lips of her deliciously succulent pussy. She was hot enough to explode right now, and if he was able to get his tongue into position before she was aware of what he was doing, he would show his young French woman how this particular American was able to make overpowering love to her.
At that moment Mariane became aware of what the man was about to do. No man had ever made love to her this way before, yet she would be a whore to let this man continue in this manner. After all, what she felt for him was a sensation far stronger than that which she felt for any other man. As a result, she didn't want him doing to her what Carol Waner had done. Perhaps it would be all right for Bob Waner to do such a thing. In fact, such a one as Bob owed it to her. But a good, kind man like this one ought not to be reduced to oral lovemaking of her genitals.
"Non!" she gasped. "Thees I do not want. You are too much the gentleman to do anytheeng such as thees."
"Hey, I'm crazy about you," he told her. "I'm doing this because I'm wild about you... because it gives me pleasure. I'm not doing it because I have to. I'm doing it because making you happy is what makes me happy."
She sensed his wetly probing tongue sink into the tightly wet slit of her slender vaginal opening. His tongue was not the softly teasing probe that Carol's was. Rather it was a hot lance that made her feel burningly aroused. She mustn't let him do this, she mustn't...
"HHHHAAAUUUNNNGGGHHH! AIIIEEE... NON... NON... M'SIEU ALVIN... YOU MUST NOT... " she shudderingly gasped as an unwanted tremor charged through her at the moment the staticlike touch of his tongue caused electric ripples to go shooting through her. "You must not do thees thing," she insisted.
Alvin lifted his face from between her vaginal lips, saying, "Feels good, doesn't it, honey? Don't fight me. I'm doing it to you with all the love that's in me. You can understand that. Let me love you, Mariane."
His voice burned into her brain with a shuddering, overpowering jolt, and she quivered as raw electricity seemed to shoot through her clitoris because the hot breath from his nostrils was washing over it. Mariane tried working her rounded ass cheeks down into the seat cushions in a desperate attempt to escape the thrilling series of surging raptures that continued coursing upward from her erotically pulsating vaginal well.
"Mon Dieu... mon Dieu... " she continued gasping and loudly whimpering involuntarily as Alvin continued his skillful oral tweaking of her vagina with his nose and tongue. "Mon cher... no... thees ees wrong... a good man like you ought not to be doing such a theeng to a woman like me... " Yet even as she spoke her loins continued wildly thrusting forward, making him realize how much she was enjoying what he was doing.
At this point Alvin ignored her vocal pleas, not quite sure why she was resisting him, continually probing in and out of her seething pussy with the full length of his tongue. He tasted the sweet nectar of her simmering vagina, inhaling the delightfully warm and heady perfume of her arousal.
The man loved her. Of this much Mariane was certain. So it was wrong for him to orally make love to her without her being able to reciprocate. Her struggles to get away were now half-hearted as he continued stabbing his lust-provoking tongue into her, his hands holding her firmly to the chair. Now he had one leg up over the back of the chair, and the other was still on the floor so that she was almost doing a ballet split. Mariane lifted her head from the arm of the couch and gasped licentiously, aroused at the sight of this man with whom she was falling in love burying his face between her thighs and kissing and sucking her there again and again. Oh yesssss... oui... it was good... very good... so fantastically wonderful... yet she knew she ought to stop him now... either that, or she would find herself giving in to everything he wanted. Giving in? She would probably be making demands on him in a little while. She had never before felt his responsive in her entire life.
Instinctively her shamelessly aroused body began to move with the continued responses building in her. Her hips ground down into the chair cushion, though she was unsure whether she was responding to what he wanted, or making an effort to escape his wonderfully tantalizing tongue as it continued licking her most sensitive little swamp of flesh. She ought to feel some sense of shame and guilt, but she found that almost impossible. This wonderfully depraved man was continuing to use his tongue on her warmly tingling vaginal depths, forcing her traitorous body to want to continue.
"UUUUUNNNNHHHHUUUUNNNHHH! AAAAIIIIEEEE... " she continued babbling, gasping and twitching, her voice whimpering as her smoothly rounded ass cheeks continued lifting and falling of their own accord. She was grinding the golden-hair-lined pussy against the probing lance of his stabbing tongue.
Alvin stared at the lined way her lovely face had contorted, his tongue continuing to madly thrust in wild rhythm in and out of the sweet flesh of her throbbing vaginal recess. Tears were falling from her eyes, but they weren't tears of remorse. On the contrary, they were tears of joy. Alvin stared, feeling a tremendous amount of inner satisfaction, watching as the woman little by little came around to fully yielding herself to him. She was really beginning to turn on, and he decided there would be lots of times in the future when he'd be able to fuck her. Right now, he was better off making her climax this way. She was damn close to her peak already, so he crammed his tongue in deeper, licking and lashing and sucking her clitoris just before he probed his tongue into her.
"OHHHHHHH... AAANNNGGGHH... HHHAAANNNHHH... OUI... MORRRRE... " she gasped out, unable to help herself. Her cries of involuntary pleasure filled the room as Alvin continued shoving his thick tongue deeper and deeper into the moistly sucking center of her heatedly tight, clasping vagina. His lips pulled on the fleshy stalk of her vagina, tugging it between his teeth and whacking it with the tip of his tongue. Her head, still on the arm of the chair, was flailing from side to side, as mewls, whimpers and gasps rolled from the depths of her lungs into the open air. She reached out, aching for more, more, more...
"HARRRDERRR... " she gasped. "LEECK ME HARDER WEETH YOUR TONGUE M'SIEU ALVIN... PLEASE... SIL VOUS PLAIT... DO NOT STOP... I AM... HOW YOU... uuunnnggghhhh... say... AAAAYYYAAAIIII... YYYAAA- GGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH AARRGGHH! " Alvin heard the loudly gasping explosions coming from the depths of the young French woman's lungs. He opened his eyes and watched jealously as the wantonly writhing woman continued firing her oily lubricant into his wide open mouth.
Mariane was feeling marvelous. Oh, she was feeling better than she had ever felt in her life. It really meant something when a man loved her. Certainmente this man loved her. Otherwise he would never have been able to use his tongue with such fervor. It felt good to know a man loved her.
Alvin wiped his face on a corner of the chair arm, and he sat on the arm afterward, looking across the chair at the lovely woman.
"You are great!" he told her. "You are really terrific. I don't know why, but I think I'm in love with you."
"You do not lose respect for me for my letting you do thees?" she asked.
"Lose respect?" he asked. "I respect you all the more for admitting you have feelings inside you. You're a real beauty, all right. I want to get to know you better."
"Then I weel make you 'appy, too," she insisted, and sitting up, reached out, opened his fly, pulled out his penis and orally swooped down on it.
CHAPTER SIX
It was Monday, and Mariane was working again. Carol had stayed in bed all morning, and at noontime, Mariane brought her some soup and crackers. At Carol's invitation, Mariane sat in a nearby chair and spoke with Carol while she ate. After she finished eating, Carol had Mariane put the tray on the dresser off to the left, and then she said, "I'm in the mood to make love, dear. I want you to make love to me."
"Eef that ees what you weesh," Mariane nodded, knowing that to argue with the woman was useless.
She and Alvin had made love countless ways the previous day, and she ought to have been sated. But she was discovering that the more times she made love, the more frequently she desired it. There seemed to be a flickering flame inside her that turned into a pyre of lust every time the thought of sex occurred.
"This time we'll vary it a little," Carol told her. "First you'll make me cum with your mouth, and then I'm going to fuck you."
"You are going to fuck me? I do not see how thees ees possible."
"You'll see. Now come here and open the dressing table on your right. You'll find a drawer right in the center."
"Shall I undress first?" Mariane asked.
"Oh yes, please do," Carol nodded.
The two women removed their clothing, and then Mariane walked to the fancy dressing table on her right and opened the center drawer. She saw it was full of earrings. There were all sizes and shapes there, and they were all screw-on earrings.
"There are two heavy gold earrings, there," Carol said. "Take them out."
' Reaching in, Mariane pulled out two heavy earrings of heavy gold. They were a pair of large, heavy gold loops.
"Put them on," Carol said, smiling.
"But I have the pierced ears," Mariane objected. "Thees kind is most uncomfortable to me."
"I don't want you to put them on your ears," Carol told her. "Screw one onto each of your nipples."
"But, Madame Carol, they weel hurt."
"No," Carol said, shaking her head. "They'll be a little uncomfortable at first, but once you get used to wearing them, you'll find they enhance the feeling in your nipples."
Shrugging, the French woman began slowly screwing an earring onto her right nipple. It was a heavy earring, and in order for it to stay on, she had to screw it on tighter than she liked. She felt a certain amount of pressure as it squeezed the mammary point, forcing what blood there was in it to remain, thereby expanding it against the tightness of the screw.
"Make it a little tighter," Carol said, smiling, watching the nipple turn from soft pink to a pinkish-red.
It was uncomfortable at the least, even if it wasn't as painful as she had feared. She noticed the insides of the screws had little cushions to prevent the metal from cutting her. It was these cushions that kept her from feeling any pain.
"Now the other one," Carol nodded.
Not understanding what was motivating the woman, she screwed the other weighty earring onto her left nipple, feeling it enlarge against the pressure of the screw.
"Excellent," Carol nodded. "This is a fine beginning. I know you're wondering why I'm doing this. I used to do this a lot with Bob, only I would actually screw these earrings onto his penis while he had a multitude of places he would screw the earrings on me. I found that for a little while, at least, sexual feeling was enhanced by these screws. Now, come over to the bed."
Mariane walked over to the bed, Carol swung her feet around and sat up with her soles flat on the floor. Her thighs were spread and she had Mariane walk between them. She wrapped her arms around Mariane, leaned forward, and began sucking on Mariane's blood-swollen nipples, one at a time.
"See how much bigger your nipples have become," Carol said to her. "They even taste better," she nodded, sucking first on the left nipple, then on the right. "If I weren't in this condition, I'd be screwing earrings to myself, as well, and then the two of us would really have a ball. One day we'll have to let Bob in on all this. I'd love to see his face when he sees me playing with you. Who knows, if he's a good boy I might even let him screw the two of us at once. That ought to be a lot of fun."
Carol's tongue was lapping at the swollen red nipples on Mariane's breasts, lingually teasing them, making them swell even more so the pressure of the earring screws intensified. Any tighter and Mariane would have felt pain.
Carol took her time, sucking for a good ten minutes, enjoying one nipple for a while, then the other. All the while, Mariane just stood there, feeling heat continuing to increase in her own body.
Finally she stopped sucking. She lay back on the bed, her belly looking grotesque at this point. "Now," she said, "kneel between my thighs. I want to feel your tongue in my pussy."
"Can I take the earrings off, first?" Mariane asked.
"Wear them just a little longer," Carol insisted. "They'll keep you aroused and at a fevered peak. You'll see. The earrings when attached to other places on your body can really get you aroused.
"Thees ees the first time I 'ave ever done such a thing or 'eard of such a thing being done," Mariane replied.
"It's an experience," Carol agreed. "You'll find as time goes by that almost all things you learn in life you'll be able to put to use at a future time."
Mariane knelt between Carol's naked thighs and began sucking on the extended clitoris immediately. For a clitoris it was large, a miniature penis, and that was the way Mariane thought of it as she sucked on it. It was hot and pulsing, just like a male organ, and from the way Carol was writhing on the bed, it was obvious the brunette was going to climax very shortly. Mariane was getting used to this and found sex with Carol almost as pleasant as with a man. Her tongue washed over the other woman's labia, then licked her clitoris again, plunging rapidly into her.
"THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT!" Carol encouraged. "LICK EVERYTHING! OHHHHH... YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL TONGUE, MARIANE. I LIKE IT!"
Mariane felt aroused again, fire charging through her veins and arousal building in her breast. She was feeling a strange pleasure-pain in her nipples as the dangling earrings pulled on them, weighing them down.
Her lips sucked on the large clitoris, moving back and forth much the same way she had sucked on Carol's husband's penis, but she prevented her tongue from applying too much pressure, since Carol was one of those who liked to have her orgasm prolonged. The longer the better. Her velvet tongue slid from Carol's shuddering clitoris and she began lathering her oral digit through the entire drenched crack, then licking even lower, lapping between her buttocks. Even with her pregnant condition Carol managed to keep every part of her superbly clean.
Mariane's tongue slid forward and pressed against the tiny webbed opening of Carol's anus, causing the dark-haired woman to jump a little. The wet point of her searching tongue began driving all the way in. She was immaculately clean to being totally tasteless inside. Even so, she licked strongly, probing, pushing, forcing the lingual digit deeper. She licked strongly, then let her tongue slide out and slither back up through Carol's coral crack. Saliva continued flooding her mouth along with the oils from Carol's vagina, and she used it to paint and coat the outer cuntlips, noting how smooth the labia were in spite of being surrounded by so much black hair.
He working tongue proceeded to move from Carol's open slash back to her clitoris, and then her lips were once again pulling on it.
"UUUUUNNNNHHHHH! YESSSSS!" Carol gasped. "JUST KEEP DOING THINGS LIKE THAT."
Mariane's mouth gaped widely, covering the entire vertical smile of Carol's pussy. Then she began nibbling on the left inner labius, allowing her tongue to run along the inside rim of the vaginal lip. Her teeth gently chewed and bit her labius, and then she pulled her tongue out and inserted it into the inside of the inner part of the right labius. Her tongue sloshed around inside again and again, keeping the skin coated with a combination of inner vaginal oil and saliva.
Finally sliding her tongue out of the drenched crack, she moved her lips back to the oversized clitoris that to her seemed more like a small penis. Her lips compressed tightly around it, enclosing it in the tight envelope of her mouth. She bobbed her head straight up and down until her small nose was buried in the curling fluff that was Carol's pelvic hairs. Now her lips pulled back, releasing most of the clitoris save for the red little tip, feeling much the same size as a pink piece of Good 'n' Plenty candy, though considerably softer. Soon she once again had the entire clitoris lodged in her mouth.
Back her lips moved, less than an inch-and-a- half each time, then those same lips slid right back to the base of the shimmering clitoris, kissing the labia directly beneath. Her flesh tasted juicy and a little salty, but never heavy. There was a light muskiness about it, yet Mariane continued bobbing her head, still afraid that using her tongue on the underside of the clitoris would result in Carol's climaxing too quickly.
"YOU'RE UUUNNNNHHHHH... MARVELOUS... " Carol gasped, her entire body quivering and shuddering as the French woman's lips moved back and forth on the tiny extension of clitoris.
Having fellated two men, Mariane was damn well certain she knew how to use her mouth. What made her so good was the fact that she liked what she was doing, whether with a man or woman.
Her hips continued their constant pressuring of the thin pencillike stub of Carol's clitoris, squeezing tightly around it until, without realizing it, she brought her tongue into play again, whipping the little organ up and down, up and down.
"ANH! YES! YES! YES!" Carol gasped. "I'M... UUUNNNNHHHH... GOING TO... HHHUUUUNNHHH... CLIMAX... AAA- GGGUUUNNNHHHH... I CAN FEEL IT... " Mariane's tongue flicked up and down rapidly, moving from side to side as well, making the tiny extension of clitoris stiffen and vellicate even more.
"YEEEEEESSSSSS... " Carol shouted. "HEEEEEEERE IIIIIT... AAAAANNNNN- HHHHHHHHH... GOESSSSSS... EEEEE- YYYYAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHH... AAAARRRAAANNNGGGHHHUUUNNN- GGGHHH AAARRRGGGHHH! " Mariane pulled her shoulders in as she rammed her head down and sucked all the more strongly on the clitoris while her fingers reached forward and two of them slid into the distending tunnel of Carol's vagina, massaging the upper wall. Her other hand squeezed Carol's buttocks, and the brunette was bouncing her asscheeks wildly all over the place. Mariane sucked the clitoris and rammed her fingers ever deeper while continuing to squeeze Carol's ass cheeks, and it set the pregnant woman off in a series of cataclysmic paroxysms the like of which she had never known before. She splashed great quantities of lubrication into Mariane's face, and Mariane found herself swallowing huge amounts of it. Carol was in a heaven-on-earth, and Mariane wanted the woman to enjoy her climax to the fullest.
Marine was an expert when it came to using her mouth on genitals, whether it was fellating a man or licking the vagina of a woman. No clitoris was too small, no penis too large, and in Carol's case her clitoris was large, almost a small penis, and it made all this so much more exciting for the blonde French woman. Carol loved what Mariane was doing so much that she came close to fainting. Mariane continued sucking and Carol felt as if her brains would melt away.
Finally, oversensitive to the point where she was unable to bear it any longer, she pleaded, "Stop! Stop, Mariane! No more! Let me rest a moment, and then I'm going to fuck you."
"But you're a woman," Mariane insisted. "Eet ees not posseeble for you to fuck me."
"Ah, but it is," Carol insisted, panting, feeling her energy slowly beginning to return.
"How?" Mariane asked. "Weeth what can you fuck me?"
She was half-amused, thinking Carol might actually consider using her oversized clitoris as a penis. It was large, but not that large.
"Ah, you'll see," Carol told her. "First, we want the maximum eroticism to course through your body, so tighten the screw on each earring one more turn."
"Please, Carol," Mariane gasped. "Thes things, they are beginning to 'urt me more than a leetle."
"Trust me!" Carol insisted. "Long after the pain is forgotten, the erotic thrills you'll feel will continue to totally overwhelm you. You'll see. Do it!"
Shrugging, not really wanting to do it, but wise enough not to flout Carol, Mariane did as the brunette ordered. There was some definite minor pain in her nipples now. They were raw, and the padded screws digging into them, pressing on the sensitive flesh, all but cut into their rubbery hardness. But as Carol had predicted, there was considerably more than pain. She was tremendously aroused because her nipples were extremely sensitive, and the erogenous feeling shot through her entire body like a zig-zagging bolt of electricity. She found herself shuddering and gasping, feeling the need for a penis more than anything else.
"Now I want you to lie down on the bed," Carol ordered, seated on the edge of the bed herself. "Pull your knees back to your breasts and stretch your thighs wide apart."
Tugging her knees back made the kneecaps press lightly against the gold hoop earrings, and she felt another jolt of pleasure/pain passionately shooting from her breasts to the rest of her body. Carol lay on her side, making certain her belly rested on a pillow, and she pressed her small nose into Mariane's golden pelvic curls. Her cool, wet tongue began washing the French woman's throbbing pussy, licking through the sparsely furred split the way a cat would lick at its own coat. Carol lapped hard, pressing her warming tongue flatly against Mariane's shivering clitoris, but much as Mariane enjoyed the tongue, it wasn't what her body really needed. She required a penis. Yet the pressure of the tongue made the clitoris harder with each thirsting lap, and Mariane's cunnus felt hotter and more aroused with every passing second. Suddenly Mariane became aware that her vagina had a cool feeling, in spite of the fact that Carol's tongue was slurping strongly against it. She felt a cold, shivery feeling, no less arousing, but totally incomprehensible.
"I-It f-feels s-s-so c-cold," Mariane gasped. "Why should your tongue feel so c-cold?"
"Cold, perhaps," Carol smiled. "But all the more arousing. I put a few drops of oil of wintergreen on my tongue before I went down on you, just to really get you primed for what's coming up next. You ought to see the way those inner cuntlips of yours shine. They've turned a rich, vibrant red, and even your clitoris has become a little red button."
Oil of wintergreen? Was this woman crazy? Such a substance would make anything it touched tingle and quiver for hours. In her vagina, where Mariane had uncounted sensitive mucous membranes, it seemed to really set her on fire while being frigid at the same time. It was an icy flame.
Carol's sinuous tongue continued licking into the depths of Mariane's oversensitive vaginal culvert, and the brunette was now the one doing the drinking, gulping the heavy vaginal flow coming from the lovely blonde woman. Then her tongue moved lower, delving between Mariane's buttocks, licking into the French woman's asshole much the same way she had licked into her cunt. But when Carol made a semi-circular scoop of her tongue and pressed it into Mariane's anus, the overpoweringly chilly vibrations sent a series of continual icy shivers running up and down Mariane's shuddering spine.
Carol's mouth suddenly returned to the other woman's clitoris, and she not only licked it profusely, but pulled on it with her lips while whipping it with her tongue as Mariane had done to her earlier. The oil of wintergreen washed over the little pink bud again and again, making it more and more sensitive. It extended itself, reaching for Carol's mouth. That was when Carol slowly rose from the bed, walked over to the dressing table, dipped her hand in the drawer, and came out with more screw earrings. Returning to the bed, she lay down very carefully, then reached out and began screwing the earrings into the extended clitoris of the blonde French woman. She screwed until Mariane was screaming with passionate lust as the pressure of the padded earring on her clitoris aroused her as never before.
Her body began bucking wildly up and down, and Carol had to tub her belly and caress her buttocks in order to make her finally relax and calm down. Thrilled beyond anything she had ever known with this woman before, the quaking young blonde thought she would completely blow her mind. Every ounce of willpower was employed to keep herself from going berserk.
"What are you doeeng?" Mariane asked, gasping.
"Stay still!" Carol ordered. "Keep that lovely body of yours from moving around too much. Honey, you're going to love all the different things I'm going to do to you. I went shopping a few days ago, while I was visiting the doctor, and I bought a toy or two you're going to love. You'll see."
"You weel hurt me," Mariane gasped. "Never!" Carol insisted. "Your body is too lovely to mutilate. I just want you to fully feel everything I'm going to do with you. I don't want you to feel you're missing out on anything. Ah, you have no idea how happy I am that you're with us, Mariane. I need you now even more than I will after the baby is born."
Mariane lay there, curious, not knowing what it was precisely that she felt. She ought to have been afraid, and yet, even with those earrings attached to her the French woman felt no fear. If there was some small pain, there was more pleasure."
"Where did you learn to do thees theengs?" Mariane asked.
"When you go away to college, and you sleep in an all-girl's dormitory, you learn a lot from the other girls," Carol explained.
Carol had taken out two more earrings when she had gone to the drawer, and now she proceeded to attach them. She began to literally sandwich a labius between the screw and the earring. Carol screwed tightly, pulling the inner love lip back from the opening, pressing it against her outer labius. She used the other earring on her other labius in precisely the same way, screwing it away from the center of her body, opening her womanly orifice that much wider. It was arousing to feel the two earrings tugging her cuntlips apart, but not quite as arousing as it was to feel the one pinching her clitoris. Through all of this she felt overpowering desire continuing to well up inside her, building to fantastically tremendous heights. She was leaking more lubrication now. However, the flaps of her inner labia weren't there to hold the fluid back, and the clear liquid simply oozed out of her throbbing vagina and seeped onto the cheeks of her ass, dripping onto the bed as well.
"Mon Dieu!" she gasped. "Madame Carol, what is eet you eentend doeeng to me?"
"I told you," Carol huskily whispered. "I'm going to fuck you. This is going to be a first for me as well. I've never fucked another woman before, and I think I'm going to love this."
"Weeth what?" Mariane gasped. "You 'ave no male organ weeth which to perform thees meeracle."
This time Carol smiled. She was prepared, having made the purchase well in advance. She returned to the dressing table and opened another drawer, taking out a box. Opening the long box, she took out what looked like a large, rubber male penis.
"This is called a dildo," Carol told her.
Mariane had been told of such things by her mother, but she had never seen one. It was tremendous, all synthetic rubber, and was longer and thicker than any real penis she had ever seen. It looked like something a horse might sport, and it was hollow. Carol pressed it against her own groin, and with her cunt hairs covering it as she strapped it on, the olisbos seemed to be growing out of her.
Mariane stared. She knew her vagina was capable of stretching, but something like this was monstrous. She was positive she would never be able to contain anything so huge. Even with her labia pinned open, with her shuddering hole more exposed than ever before, there was no way on earth she'd be able to take that stallion-sized penis.
"Sil vous plait!" she began begging. "Madam Carol, do not do anytheeng to mee weeth such as that. You weel reep me wide open."
Carol stood there for a moment, looking down at the way the artificial penis protruded from beneath her swollen belly. She smiled and said, "It'll fit into you, Mariane. Believe me, you're capable of taking something even thicker than this. I'll put it in very gently, and believe me, you'll love it."
"But what weel you get from thees?" Mariane asked.
"There's a little tickler on the inside, and as I fuck you, the tickler will rub back and forth across my own clitoris, and the two of us will be able to enjoy an orgasm," Carol assured her.
"You are going to fuck me now?" Mariane asked.
"Not quite yet," Carol told her. "I have a special treat in store for you first. You see, I bought two dildos, not just one. I discovered the second one was not meant to be fitted against the groin. Oh Mariane, you're going to simply love this."
"Mon Dieu! There ees more?"
"Yes," Carol nodded, going to the drawer again and taking out another dildo. This one was wrapped in plastic, and it had little rubber knobs circling it around the corona. Though it was shorter than the one Carol was wearing, it was just as thick. At the end of the dildo was a special kind of pouch which Carol fitted against her chin. She strapped it behind her head.
Lying on her side again, with a pillow under her belly and her face turned so she was looking straight at Mariane's pussy, she whispered, "Just lie still, honey. You're going to love this."
Mariane jumped when she felt the rubber head of the dildo touch her spread-open vaginal hole. She shuddered as Carol ran her hand up and down her thighs, causing vibrant titillations to pour through the French blonde. Her lubricant came pouring out, inundating the rubber head, knobs and all. Then Carol leaned her chin forward a little, and this made Mariane gasp as the thick, bulbous head of the artificial penis poked into her widely opened womanly center. Carol shoved hard, pushing it, widening Mariane internally, making the phony cock fit into her tightly squeezing vaginal well. She relaxed her body as best she was able, knowing that what her mother had told her was true. The more she relaxed, the easier it would be to fit the penis into her body.
Almost immediately she felt her narrow cunt walls beginning to stretch, and though it was a little uncomfortable initially, there was no pain. The arousal she was feeling more than compensated for the discomfort she had initially felt. Now the rubbery knobs were pushing into her. Their rounded, blunted surfaces rubbed through her seething tunnel, making her bounce that much more wildly with thrilling sensation. It was maddening! Flashes of shuddering delight mixed with thrilling blisters of wanton enjoyment as she felt the knob-ringed dildo push deeper and deeper, and she began wiggling her body. The blunted studs tantalized her quivering inner tunnel, making her buttocks slam up and down on the bed even more wildly. It was awesome and overpowering. Flashes of thrilling delight mixed with blistering passion as the weighty, knob-encircled dildo continued pushing itself ever deeper, making her squirm as never before.
"I knew you'd like it!" Carol gutturally gasped, and Mariane was now able to feel the other woman's heated breath between her parted vaginal lips as she continued moving her chin forward until she had sunk the full length of the knobby artificial penis into Mariane.
To the French woman it was a delight beyond compare. It both tickled and aroused at the same time, and therefore Mariane discovered it to be the most maddening sensation she had ever known. What put the finishing touch on it all was the pressure of Carol's lips surrounding her pulsing clitoris as it extended between the screwed-on earring, blood filled with aching lust.
Mariane gulped out, "HAAAAAUUUUU- NNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHHH... " as Carol's lips now closed over her throbbing clitoris while the brunette's tongue flattened against the organ and began licking. Even as she licked, Carol's chin was working back and forth, moving the knob-studded dildo in and out of Mariane's seething womanly tunnel. Her buttocks moved wildly on the bed, and her vagina tried tightening around the dildo. The inner walls of her tunnel succeeded somewhat, but without the added pressure of her vulva it wasn't quite the same. These were still held back by the earrings Carol had screwed onto them.
The wintergreen on Carol's tongue continued tormenting the vibrating clitoris of the French woman, and Mariane found herself trying to scream, but hoarsely gasping, instead as her buttocks moved up and down on the bed again and again, slamming into the mattress. Her aching pussy felt as if it had been pulled inside-out. Fire was building internally, and liquid coated the walls heavily, much of it dripping out, only to be picked up by the pressure of the moving dildo so it would be forced back in. The swollenly bulging cuntlips sticking out from around the screws were also being massaged by the thickness of the dildo. Mariane felt as if her interior was shattering. She sensed a series of small, multiple climaxes already shooting through her aching vagina, and the way Carol's lips and tongue were working on her clitoris merely served to enhance the thrilling stimulation within. Heavy globs of colorless love wine seeped out from around the dildo and began trickling down Mariane's thighs and buttocks.
The French woman felt her employer's tongue lapping madly at her chillingly oversensitive clitoris, abetted by the pressure of the lady's pulling lips. This made her wriggle and tighten her thighs even more, compressing them firmly around Carol's bobbing head, feeling the fluffiness of her short, black hair.
Even with Carol's lips and tongue pressed solidly around the vellicating extension of her shivering clitoris, Mariane was able to sense the other woman working her chin back and forth, rubbing the bump-studded dildo in and out with greater speed and stronger friction. Her fingers were digging tightly into Mariane's ass cheeks, making the blonde squeal and gurgle as Carol continued her oral attack on the clitoral spike while her chin forced the rubbery dildo to move faster and faster. Her vagina flowed all the more heavily with sloshing oil, making the dildo's passage even easier, although the heavy tightness of her compressing vaginal walls provided a certain amount of resistance at all times.
Mariane's hands reached down and began to unwittingly grip the other woman's hair very tightly. She forced his face against her vagina all the more firmly, feeling the studded olisbos press all the more deeply into her. The massive rubbery thickness was all but excruciating it was so wonderful as the penis continued moving in and out, in and out.
The bud of her clitoris, now a cherry red, stimulated by the wintergreen on Carol's tongue as well as the pressure of the earring surrounding it swelled and enlarged all the more. She was frightened the earring would shortly cut deeply into her flesh. Was it possible to actually sever her clitoris from the rest of her? Mariane certainly hoped not.
Carol's swirling tongue created more and more friction, and this time a great climax began weeling up inside Mariane. She knew it was going to buffet her body at any moment, and she hoped her violent body movements wouldn't cause any damage to be done to her the way she had all her sensitive areas pinched together.
Then the climax hit.
"AAAAAYYYAAAIIIGGGHHHAAARRR- GGGHHHUUUHHH... HHHAAAUUU- NNNGGGHHH A AARRRGGGHHAAGGHH! " An overpowering tornado took possession of her shuddering body, sweeping it up, churning it around and around, madly whirling her through endless time and space. The sensation powered through her clitoris and her vagina at the same time, creating the impression the entire world had suddenly exploded inside her.
Weak, limp, feeling like the proverbial wrung- out dishrag, Mariane fell back on the bed, and that was when Carol crawled up on her after unstrapping the dildo on her chin and tossing it aside. Now it was time for the other dildo, and she pushed the swollen mass of rubber into Mariane's widely distended pussy.
Mariane, so soon after an overpowering climax, felt her oversensitivity completely inundate her. She writhed and squirmed as Carol, like a man, began fucking the phony penis in and out of her.
"TOO MUCH... TOO MUCH... TOO MUCH... " Mariane gasped. "I CANNOT CONTROL MYSELF... STOP... STOP... STOP... " But Carol was bent on fucking the blonde, and fuck her she did, pounding the penis in and out more and more rapidly, making Mariane squeal with unutterable delight, and then the two of them began screaming because Carol's clitoris was being stimulated by the tickler inside the dildo as Mariane was stimulated by the dildo itself. The two of them shouted out their orgasmic satisfaction repeatedly.
Unstrapping the dildo, leaving it in Mariane's cunt, Carol carefully unscrewed all the earrings on the helpless woman, saying, "We don't want to give you too much, honey. We'll save these for another time, when you can use them all, including the dildo, on me."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mariane dated Alvin every Sunday, and she also saw him two or three evenings a week. During the week they just walked or went for a ride, but on Sunday they made love, all kinds of passionate love.
You know," Alvin told her on one evening ride. "I've found another woman who would be very good at helping Mrs. Waner with her baby when it's born. I want to marry you, Mariane, if you're willing."
"You are a good man, Alvin," she said to him. "I am flattered by your proposal, but I theenk thees might be a bad time for me to leave Mrs. Waner. Her time ees getting close. I theenk it only fair I remain at least until she returns from the 'ospital."
"You mean that after that you'd be willing to marry me?" Alvin asked.
"Mais oui, but of course, for I 'ave discovered I also love you vairy much, and I theenk I can make you a good wife. I ask only one theeng, and that ees, you must nevair ask me about my life before you and I were married."
"Hey, I know about your life before," he laughed. "At least, I know about the only part of it that counts. You spent it with me."
"You are a good man, M'sieu Alvin. You are easy to chereesh."
"You too," Alvin nodded, kissing her. Mariane's prediction came true sooner than expected. It was on a Wednesday that Carol started feeling labor pains, and she was taken to the hospital by Mariane, who afterward phoned Bob and told him.
That night, Bob spent as much time in the hospital as visiting hours would permit, seeing his wife and new daughter. The following day he took time off from work to visit Carol in the hospital again.
Going home in the middle of the afternoon, he found himself alone with Mariane, and felt this was as good a time as any to put his new idea to the test. The Barker Smelting Works was run by a father and three sons, all of whom were known as the horniest men around. They had been looking for a new attorney since they were unhappy with their present one, and Bob Waner had been one of the attorneys with whom they had spoken. As yet, they hadn't made up their minds.
That afternoon, Bob Waner called up Andy Barker, the father who really ran the smelting works, and he invited him, along with his three sons, to come on over and share in a little present he had for them. Now it was time to prepare Mariane since the Barkers would be over in a very short while.
"Mariane!" he told her. "I want you to undress... now!"
"No, M'sieu Bob," she replied. "All that ees feeneeshed. I weel not undress anymore. And you cannot send me back to France, for I am about to marry an American."
"Oh, really," Bob nodded. "Well, in that case, I'll have to use a little force."
"You would not dare," Mariane gasped.
"Ah, but I would," he insisted, and when she turned and ran up the stairs, he followed her, right to her own room.
Mariane tried slamming the door shut, but Bob was there too quickly, and he forced the door open.
"You weel be sorry for this, M'sieu Bob," she gasped.
"The hell I will," he told her, and he grabbed her around the waist and forced her down onto the bed.
"I do not like being forced," she gasped, under his weight.
"You have to learn a lesson, Mariane," he told her. "I'm just the one to teach it to you. I was going to be nice and easy on you, but now you're going to learn the meaning of the expression, gang- bang. I'm going to let four different men fuck you, and when they're finished, I'm going to initiate a new part of your body. I already have your vaginal hymen and your oral virginity. There still remains one, and I'm going to take that, this evening."
"I do not know what you are talking about," she told him as she struggled against his hands. He was tearing the clothing from her, and not at all gently. He pulled her dress off, then tore off her half slip, ripped off her brassiere, yanked off her panties, and after pulling her stockings and garter belt off, used them to tie her wrists in front of her. Then he forced her to lie on the bed, swung her arms over her head, and tied them to the headboard.
The doorbell rang, and Bob smiled, saying, "Ah, our guests have arrived." He rose and left her.
Mariane cowered in the center of the bed, her arms bound tightly over her head. Escape was impossible. For the first time she felt ashamed of her nakedness, and the shame was like a blanket. It was a blanket that she was unable to throw off. Now, this blanket was going to be replaced by something even more vile and rotten. Bob had threatened she would be covered with the bodies of strange, obscenely wanton men, who had no idea who she was or why she was really there. They were men she would never know, other than as shafts of hard, indecent flesh drubbing the tender interior of her helpless body. She would be the receptacle into which they would shoot their obscene semen as they had probably done into so many other women before her.
She heard Bob's voice outside the door, saying, "No matter how much she screams or squeals, remember, she really loves it. I had to tie her to the bed because she loves being dominated. She'll do her best to talk you out of fucking her, but she really wants all of you to jazz her has hard as possible."
"Hey, don't worry, counselor," a gruff voice said. "Me and the boys know how to give a broad a really good time. We ain't gonna listen to anything she says."
"Yeah," another voice agreed. "You can say that again."
"Okay," Bob said. "D'you fellas want to take her on one at a time, or do you want to gang-shag her?"
"I'm going first," the gruff voice said. "The boys can follow any way that pleases them."
The door slowly began to open.
Bon Dieu! she thought, Do not let this happen to me. I am not a bad woman. I want nothing to do with such vile men.
She prayed in fevered anguish for the door to shut again, and for the men on the other side to disappear. But it didn't happen.
"Hey, pop," one of the men said. "You got fifteen minutes with her, and if you don't come out, the three of us are coming in."
"I got as long as I want," the gruff voice said. "You guys come bustin' in before, and I'll start breakin' a few heads."
"Come on, pop," another voice said. "You always go first with these tootsies. It isn't fair."
"I'm the one who decides what's fair," the gruff voice insisted. "Now you punks stay out here." The door opened and a rugged, muscular man in sweat-soaked clothes walked in. He had curly brown hair and a mustache. He was about five- feet-ten, with very broad shoulders, and it was obvious he was a self made man who earned his money from continuing the physical labor he had done when younger.
Andy Barker, the father of Barker and Sons, closed the door behind him. His eyes lit up in appreciation when he saw the feast waiting for him, spread so defenselessly on the bed. Mariane had hoped his seeing her bound this way would somehow or other stir something in his conscience, but Bob had taken care of that by telling them she wanted to appear raped. One look at Andy's lustfilled face and Mariane felt nothing but despair. He was going to make good use of her, and the sight of his hairy, gorillalike body when he undressed terrified her even more.
Andy Barker, now totally naked, his penis standing solidly out in front of him, not at all formidable-looking considering how muscular the rest of him was, walked back and forth, looking at her white body, licking his lips, smiling. His huge, barrel chest, covered as it was with so much hair, rose and fell like an earthquake tremor. His belly was flat enough and hairy enough, as was his pelvis, and she wondered why she wasn't able to see more of his penis. She then realized it was short, very short.
The mere sight of the penile head, short and stubby as it was, was enough to set her sexual desires into motion again. The first piercing betrayal of her mind by her body came as the man grinned and gleefully leaned down over the edge of the bed, starting to run his rough, calloused hands over the smooth surface of her cringing flesh.
Mariane's reaction was violent.
Deep, indescribably thrilling electrical shocks shot through the frayed nerve ends of her trembling body, stabbing her like a thousand tiny sharp little pins. Cheering little demons wickedly danced along the inner softness of her trembling thighs. Her buttocks ground desperately into the mattress to quench a searing heated fire that, like a long tongue, licked through her completely naked body. It was futile as the flames roared headlong out of control of any kind. She lay immobile for a moment, her mind struggling against the pinpricks of sensation following the path of the man's coarse fingers digging into her flesh.
He played cruelly on, totally unaware of the raging battle hopelessly taking place in the helpless French woman beneath his continually kneading hands. He wasted no time in moving his hands down to her cunt, placing his thumbs on the soft, fuzz-covered labia, and peeling them apart like a tangerine skin. Mariane lay, holding her breath, fighting with what little moral strength she had left. But it was not enough. She had become such a slave to sex that her resistance had shattered.
She groaned, an exquisite feeling of air charging across the thrillingly exposed bud of her vibrant clitoris. The feelings rippled up her flatly quivering belly and into her chest, filling her breasts, coming out through her nipples, drowning out the terribly debasing humiliation of the man's strange hands roaming over her exposed nudity. The straining muscles of her shuddering thighs relaxed loosely, her ivory white breasts rising and falling with her heavily labored breath.
Andy Barker's tongue licked nervously at his heavy mouth. Small beads of perspiration formed above his mustache as he stared unbelievingly at the gradual transformation of the woman beneath his stroking fingers. He wasn't able to understand what was happening to the girl and he wasn't about to ask questions. Only a fool would argue when a woman's eyes, even a bound woman's, showed willingness. Andy Barker was no fool.
He was unable to wait any longer. Reaching down, he tugged her unresisting thighs wider apart with the roughly calloused palms of his hands and crawled anxiously over their rounded lushness.
The demons danced that much faster around the rough pink edges of the naked Mariane's pussy as she felt her bed sag from the weight of Andy Barker. Her cunt was a burning tunnel of emptiness; a core that needed filling. Her hungry eyes locked anxiously on the heavy penis, small as it was, that dangled from Andy's kneeling body above her. For the moment, totally forgotten was the thought that evil was being perpetrated on her body. Forgotten was the fear of being humiliated by all these men; this one and at least three more to follow. She required just one thing at the moment-cock! More than anything else in the world she needed a good, stiff penis.
Even as her mind continued fighting the sight of the powerful man kneeling above her, his strong body hovering between the slimness of her wide- stretched thighs, her legs automatically kicked out and her heels curled around his upper thighs, trying to pull him closer. She jerked her cunt wildly forward and her legs managed to knock him off balance so that he fell on top of her with a grunt, almost knocking the wind out of her. His hand led the swollen, blood-bloated head of his penis right into her throbbing vagina, his powerful frame all but crushing her as he smashed his body down on hers, pressing her buttocks far into the mattress. Digging his elbows into the mattress on either side of her, he began ramming his cock as deep into her body as he was able to drive it, feeling her hungrily clasping pussy sucking on it, nursing on it, aching for the nourishment it was supposed to yield. His weighty testicles smacked heavily against her upturned ass cheeks, and his flat, hairy stomach clapped loudly against her white, soft belly.
Mariane strained against the bonds but they were too tight. The nylon merely got tighter as she struggled, cutting into her wrists, causing her to grit her teeth tightly together, whipping her head from side to side. Mariane wanted his penis deeper. She wanted to reach around with her hands and pull his ass more solidly against her, but the nylon pantyhose were too tight around her wrists.
"FUCK ME DEEPER, M'SIEU!" she gasped. "I MUST FEEL IT,TOO."
"I'M FUCKIN' AS DEEP AS I CAN," Andy gasped, and gripping her round ass cheeks with both hands, drove his cock in to the hilt. He was too short!
She groaned, feeling a certain frustration, splaying her thighs even wider apart in the hope of his getting greater access and driving in even deeper. It helped a little.
As if he were trying to apologize for his shortness, the sweating, muscular man slammed his tongue deep into her wide open mouth. His heavy saliva was already starting to drool down her throat. She sucked at his tongue in a wild frenzy, her body caught up in a whirlpool of nakedly rampant lust. It was because of feelings like these that she was unable to control her body. His jerking penis pistoned mercilessly into her, bringing gasps of pain as his pelvis smacked solidly against her blonde-furred crotch, causing a loud, brutal thud to resound throughout the room with each pile- driving thrust. She moaned again because the man was bringing her to a peak with merely the brutality of his driving lunges.
"AAAAAAAAYYYYAAGGGGGHHHH- HH!" she screamed, bucking uncontrollably beneath him as she felt his plunging penis stiffen without warning, and then Andy Barker was grunting, "HHHOOORRHHHGGHHH!" White hot liquid began spewing into the hidden recesses of her tortured womb.
The first orgasm had merely been a prelude for Mariane. She wanted more and more and more, and now the man's penis was already starting to shrink, getting softer and smaller than it had been before. She groaned with frustration.
Diable! It was too soon. Much too soon. She had almost achieved a second climax. In fact, the peak was only a hair away. She strained and struggled crazily to reach it, but Andy Barker's dead weight just collapsed on top of her body, and his useless deflated cock had fallen out of her.
Mariane buffeted her wet crotch up against it angrily, tears of frustration running down her passion-aroused cheeks. No matter what she did, the soft, rubberlike tubing simply yielded and gave way to her constant, anguished upward thrusts. He rolled from her body panting heavily. She had been some cunt, all right. If Bob Waner was able to come up with more cunt like this one, and if he was half as good an attorney as he seemed, there was no reason for Barker Smelting not to give its business to him.
Flames continued burning in the shuddering Mariane even as Andy Barker dressed- and staggered out of the room. She was waiting for the next man, and now she was eagerly anticipating him.
"Mon dieu!" she sobbed softly. "Perhaps I am a tramp. I do not know. All I do know is that I need more satisfaction. Weeth Alvin I am always satisfied. I need no othair men. But these strange men do not satisfy enough. I need more."
Bob walked into the room, and using a warm, wet wash cloth, swabbed out her vagina. In the process, the roughness of the cloth brought her another minor climax, but it wasn't nearly enough.
Mariane's eyes were burning brightly with the glaze of uncontrollable desire. The thought of resistance to what was happening to her had totally faded. She ached to feel more. She wanted to enjoy the sweet deliciousness of a man fucking her. She ached to feel her belly filled to overflowing with pools of sperm, wanting to have it slosh wetly around inside her.
"Hurry, Bob," she gasped. "Breeng me another man, or if you can, try and satisfy me yourself."
Bob smiled and walked out, and then the door opened and what was obviously the son of the man who had just been with her walked in. He was perhaps in his mid-twenties and had pimples on his face.
"I'm Charley," he told her. "I know my old man just used your cunt, so I'm not gonna fuck you there."
Mariane didn't even listen to what he was saying. She ached for a cock in her pussy, and she strained at her bonds as if to let him know how eager she was to have him fuck her. She opened her thighs wide, pointing the dripping, hair-lined slash of her pussy directly at the lewdly grinning man, grinding it up and down with her buttocks tightly clenched together in an equally lewd invitation, as if to spur him to greater speed.
Charley lost no time in tearing his clothes off, leaving everything in a heap on the floor. He was slimmer than his father, but his penis was both longer and thicker. It was just what she needed to satisfy her.
Charley stalked to the bed, his mouth hanging open and slaver dripping from it. He jumped on and threw a leg over the young French woman's body. Straddling her lovely belly, he pressed his flat ass cheeks heavily against her. The soft whiteness of her flat belly brushed against his wrinkled scrotum sac and he rubbed his balls more solidly against the skin. Charley's young cock was already jerking in anxious anticipation, and Mariane, glancing down her belly at it, saw from the way it was twitching this was a man who was going to cum in a hurry.
Now he began sliding forward on her wriggling torso, rubbing his throbbing cock against her skin until it pushed into the valley between her lovely breasts. Jeez! They were so nicely round, so full, so swollen. He cupped a hand on either side of the quivering mounds and pressed them solidly together, trapping his awakening phallus between them. He had always wanted to do this, but all the girls he had dated thought he was perverted for asking it. Now this girl, with her arms tied over her head, unable to use them in any way, was unable to physically object, even if she was able to do so vocally.
Mariane, lying beneath him, felt the bones of his lean body through the thin, flat cheeks of his buttocks as they pressed painfully into her ribs when he rocked forward. He had straddled her so suddenly she had been taken totally by surprise. She needed him inside her, not on top of her like this. This was ridiculous. She desperately tried struggling to wriggle higher beneath him in the hope he would get the idea and fuck her properly.
"NO, NO... PLEASE... NOT THAT WAY M'SIEU CHARLES... DO NOT DO IT THAT WAY," she cried out in frustration as she stared between the hillocks of her breasts and watched the red, bulbous head throbbing between her tightly clutched breasts. She was aware of it throbbing against the ultra-sensitive tissue of her skin, sending further sheets of burning, tormenting flames racing down to the quivering slash of her cunt.
"OHHHH... NON... NON... SIL VOUS PLAIT... NOT THEES WAY... FUCK ME... PLEASE FUCK ME... " she begged as he began a rocking motion, sliding his blue-veined penis faster and faster between the roundness of her straining breasts. More sputum dribbled from his hung-open mouth, moistening the narrow valley as well as pouring on her breasts. His cock dripped oil of its own and passage between her breasts was easier for the rampaging instrument as Charley ignored her pleas. He continued his desperate thrusting, moving his penis faster and faster, his breath coming in heavy labored gasps, until, before her wide-open, horror- stricken eyes, the store of semen inside began spurting in stickily heated streams over her throat and naked breasts. It ran down her shoulders in wet, white rivulets, soaking the mattress and pillow beneath her head.
"You son of a putain," she yelled. "Put that cock of yours into me, and do it right now. I am in terreeble need... now... now... " she raved, her head thrashing from side to side in bitter defeat. "WHY DID YOU NOT FUCK ME?" she cried, staring at him with hate filling her eyes. Her arms strained at the pantyhose that bound her as she struggled like a madwoman. She cursed the young man's inability to satisfy her, using a series of four French epithets that came to her lust- deranged mind.
"Eef you must do thees to me," she shouted at Bob when Charley had walked out of the room, "then at least send to me a man who ees capable of sateesfying me." She was screaming at the top of her lungs because her vagina felt like a steam-filled cavern that twitched totally out of control. Her body was going to explode into her a trillion fiery particles if someone didn't ram a penis into her vagina and soon. She sobbed hysterically, crying out for some kind of satisfaction.
"So you want a man, eh," Bob laughed. "Well, I was going to save the best for last, but since you insist on having what you term to be a man, allow me to bring the oldest of the Barker brothers to meet you."
Mariane stared as Bob turned and disappeared through the door. Then she gasped and sucked in her breath because he was replaced by a man with a penis that matched in size and breadth the artificial cock Carol had used on her not too long ago. He was probably the best looking of Andy Barker's sons.
Just the sight of his penis as he stood nakedly in the doorway made her pleas freeze in her throat. Her desire was suddenly quashed by fear. Something like that, a real penis instead of a dildo, capable of expanding even more, would kill her.
"I've brought a real man," Bob told her. He had stepped into the hallway to let the oldest son, Drew Barker, into the room. But now he entered the room followed by Andy Barker, Charley, and the one son she had not yet seen, the one she would learn was named Tom. "What's more," Bob told her, "Drew says he doesn't mind if the rest of us watch, so I expect you to put on a good show and not disappoint us onlookers."
"Ohhhh... Bon Dieu!" the poor French woman whimpered, a battle raging between her mental revulsion of all that was happening and the burning fire flaring in the depths of her shuddering body. "I cannot do thees theeng," she cried. "I am not in a circus, where I 'ave to perform for money. I would not do thees weeth any man. You cannot ask me to do thees."
"I can't think of asking you," Bob replied. "That's why I'm telling you."
It was useless to argue with him. Mariane suddenly realized it. Bob watched the servile acceptance register on her face.
With the five men in the room, Mariane suddenly felt choked and strangled, especially when Bob shut the door. He nodded at Drew, the oldest son, and said, "GO AHEAD. BALL HER!"
Drew's giant cock reared from his body like a long, muscular arm, and the balled head on the end of it was like a fist. It was immeasurably long, and unbelievably broad. Two massive, sperm-bloated testicles hung at the base, giving it the appearance of an old-fashioned cannon getting ready to fire.
Mariane stared with widely strained eyes as she heard a murmur running through the room. Her shocked gaze locked on the huge white shaft pointing in her direction, and she gasped in horror, clenching her thighs tightly together in anguished fear, her lower jaw falling loosely as if it were unhinged.
Ohhhhh... mon Dieu! It simply was not true that a man had something as large as that. He would split her in two. Terrible visions of her torn and bleeding body, sliced right up the middle, flickered through her cringing brain. They mustn't do it. They simply mustn't do it!
Drew Barker, smiling, stepped over to the bed, the crowd closing behind him to get a closer look at the unbelievable spectacle of their brother fucking this woman.
"You know," Tom Barker said, "This really isn't fair. There won't be that much of her left for me after Drew finishes with her."
"There'll be plenty left," Bob Waner assured him.
Helpful hands gripped Mariane's ankles and began tugging on them, pulling them apart. Her delicate pink slash, nestling in the golden muff of pubic hairs, burst into full view of the spectators at the end of the bed. Everyone strained more closely around the bed to get a good look at the palpitating treasure that was the cunt of the struggling French woman. Overanxious hands reached out to pinch at her swollen breasts, pulling on her nipples, squeezing her thighs and buttocks, then withdrawing again.
"You know how it is," Andy Barker said, winking down at her. "The family that plays together stays together."
The slender Drew climbed between her widespread thighs, and the restraining hands on her ankles, those of Charley and Andy Barker, levered them up off the bed and back, way back over her head until the soles of her upside down feet were touching the headboard on either side of the nylon binding her wrists. Her thighs were tugged apart in a wide V. Mariane's face contorted with anguish, every muscle in her body feeling as if it had been strained beyond her physical endurance. The flat plane of her pussy with its soft, blonde hairs was presented up to the kneeling Drew Barker in defenseless sacrifice. It was now his and he would be able to plunder it at will.
The handsome youth grinned down at it, his lips pulled back in a wide sneer over his sharp teeth as unbridled lust burned through him. He felt he had been kept waiting too long, and he had shed his clothing in the hallway. He stroked his immense penis with both hands, and it seemed to take both to fit around its enormous girth, in greedy preparation for the oncoming attack on the helplessly upturned pussy in front of him. He swayed from side to side on his knees, looking like a huge white cobra, his glistening flesh shining in the afternoon light coming in through the window near the bed. He shuffled forward a little. His pelvis and bulging penis shoved out and quivered as if he were dancing the Limbo.
Mariane stared straight up through her widely split thighs and stared in awed terror. In this position, her vagina was less than a foot away from her face with her back bowed and bent. She found herself hypnotized, unable to turn her eyes away from the vile instrument that was, in a moment, about to cleave through her warm body in a vicious attack. She was mesmerized into abject immobility.
"I think I'm gonna eat a little first," Drew announced, and pulled his throbbing cock back. His head came forward and down in a fast blur, his gleaming, sharp teeth fastening into the soft and hairy flesh of her pelvis right above her pussy. Her navel was just about out of reach because of the way she was bent back. His tongue began a slow exploration of her golden forest, following the path of soft, light fuzz down into the flanges of her cringing pussy. He spread the young, pink, fleshy labia with his fingers and with a maddening liquid suck of the lips, pulled the tiny pink bud of her shimmering clitoris wetly into his heatedly working mouth. He nibbled at it with the sharp tips of his teeth and felt it jerking back to life from the softness that fear had brought.
Mariane clenched her eyes tightly shut at the new myriad of sensations that were once more invading her like out-of-control whirlpools, shooting through her troubled loins. She fought with all her inner strength against the betrayal of her body, but Drew Barker's tongue worked expertly, snaking forward and down, then burrowing into the pink softness that was her pussy. It moved through her like the tongue of an aardvark. The shock rippled crazily up her spine to the base of her skull where it shattered in a cascade of wildly shooting colored stars. Hot comets of lust rained down tauntingly all over her shuddering body. Her crotch jerked involuntarily forward, and the flicking tongue buried itself all the way inside. Fire replaced fear and everything else.
"THATTA BOY, DREW! SUCK THAT CUNT! SUCK THAT CUNT!"
"Yeah, Drew, eat that pussy!"
"Do it, son! Chew that dripping box but good." Cunt! Cunt! They were talking about her cunt! She actually was that cunt. Oh oui!
Her entire being was suddenly a wide-open cavern that ached once more to be stuffed, to be crammed, to be filled with whatever was possible to push into it. Nothing else mattered now; not Alvin, not whatever principles she had left, not the fact that she was being used and humiliated. All that counted was the flicking reality of the probing tongue that had crawled from her slotted furrow and was now tracing circles around her asshole.
"AAAIII... OUI... BITE ME... EAT ME... MAKE ME FEEL... AAAAIIII... I LOVE EET... AAANNNGGGHHH... " He bypassed her breasts on the way up because they were scrunched between her belly and chin, and he kissed her face, sucking her nose, biting her lips, licking her cheeks and eyelids. She rotated her lust-contorted face around, searching with her own open mouth, hoping to hug and kiss. She finally caught his tongue and managed to suck it deep into her throat. She tried biting his tongue, but he moved it too quickly, flicking it in and out of her mouth, fucking it as if his tongue were a cock. She moaned greedily, aching to feel more and more. She loved it and was enslaved by her feelings.
Her crotch ground frenetically around below, her spine touching the sodden covers, but her ass waving around in the air as her feet continued pressing flatly against the headboard. Her gaping pussy felt his monstrous pole rubbing against its lips and so her cunt began a search for the head of the organ, aching to pull it inside her. Even if the tormenting pole was going to rip her belly asunder, she wanted it inside her, even knowing it was going to rip her belly asunder. The lust-incited men standing around the bed gasped as the great, fistlike head finally found the opening to her pussy. It jostled it for a moment, rubbing against the ragged pink edges of flesh, carefully, gently, slowly insinuating itself between them. Then, with a solid flick of his hips, the grinning Drew barker forced the blood-bloated tip between the vulva of her pussy, letting the throbbing hair-lined lips of her cunnus surround the corona, stretching the resisting rubbery flesh as never before, almost to the bursting point.
Mariane threw her head wildly to one side and shrieked, "AAAIIIEEEEYYYAAAGGGHH!"
The penis had pushed into her all of one inch, and the struggling French woman, trying desperately to wriggle her legs free of the hands holding her ankles all the way back, tried to escape the punishing impalement. But the eagerly restraining hands held her feet back tightly against the bedstead. In her wild passion a moment before she had overestimated her narrow cunt's abilities. The cock of Drew Barker was too big. She would never be able to handle such a monster. It was forcing her pussylips wider and wider, almost splitting her flesh. The pain was unbearable, rocketing through her stretched body like a series of tiny sharp and probing cactus needles.
Drew panted and balanced himself on the palms of his hands in a push-up position and slammed forward once more. His grin widened, and the relentless monster slid another inch into her. "HHAAUUNNGGGHHH! " Another inch!
" Y YY AAARRRGGGHHH! " Hot, stale breath coursed over her nakedly sweating body as the men surrounding her began to crowd closer. All their faces hung over the bed within inches of her straining nakedness, watching hypnotically as the young, white French beauty was being fucked and skewered by the oldest son of the Barker empire. She was only dimly aware of hands grabbing her breasts and squeezing them. Other hands ran over the backs of her thighs until she thought she was covered with a multitude of flesh-eating insects. The entire room seemed to have become a giant octopus with thousands of grasping tentacles reaching out obscenely to crush her in her nakedness.
"Non... non... non... " she sobbed, hysterical in her helplessness, tears pouring like heavy rain from her open but unseeing eyes.
Her sobbing, struggling protests and resistance brought a suddenly crushing thrust from the man fucking her that sent his giant cock charging deep into the tightness of her narrow, resisting tunnel. Great ripples of soft, pink membranes were pushed before the monstrous organ in rolling waves. Mariane jerked convulsively as the huge rod charged into the depths of her belly, moving with the speed of a runaway express train smashing all resistance. It was an uncontrolled monster rumbling through her, filling her every crevice and pushing her inner organs into tiny tight balls unable to breathe or move. Sensation was coming out her throat, out her mouth, curling around her shoulders and neck, filling her completely, trying to push life out of her. It was actually trying to push her very soul out of her body.
Abruptly the pain stopped. With an earth- shattering jolt the man's heavy pelvis thudded solidly into her upturned crotch. The monstrous, sperm-inflated testicles insinuating themselves with a loud smack between the cheeks of her buttocks made her shudder. The gigantic, massively swollen cock lay embedded to the hilt inside Mariane's trembling cunnus like an ancient torturing device.
Drew Barker held still for a moment, giving her cunt a chance to adjust to his breadth. Mariane panted and gasped, feeling her internal tunnel enlarging and swelling to accept the member without pain as it seemingly pushed deeper into her white belly. Her pain-contorted face began to slowly relax, and the tightly gritted teeth began to relax as her pussy adjusted.
"OOOONNNNHHHH!" she breathed, softly.
Drew flexed the giant head, bringing a shuddering moan from Mariane's lips, her teeth once again clenching. He flexed it again, and she moaned again, but it was a smaller moan as her hot passage slowly but surely accustomed itself to the slight increase in size. Then he began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his cock tightly into her naked crotch, expanding the still-cringing walls of her vagina until the sheath fit like a well-tailored condom.
The unbelieving eyes of the other four men in the room were less than three inches from the joined pelvises, amazed that such a tiny, narrow vagina had been capable of accepting such a massive penis. The nylon holding her hands to the bed was twisted around her ankles, holding her feet up there as well, and now hands were free to roam at will all over her body. Tom Barker's hands rubbed over the moon shapes of her buttocks, and another hand began teasing her fleshy, hair-dotted labia, even though Drew's cock was buried to the hilt inside her. One of Tom Barker's fingertips moved under his brother's balls and pushed into the little pucker of the woman's anus. The finger flicked at the anal opening like a tongue, teasing it, and then she winced as it suddenly popped through the opening of the narrow nether sphincter and dug deeply into the soft flesh inside. The finger moved around and around, expanding the tightly narrow hole until the palm of Tom's intruding hand lay flat against the woman's ass cheeks, the entire finger sunk to the base within.
Now Drew began his back and forth motions, chugging his throbbing cock in and out of the tight cunnus belonging to the blonde French woman. He thrust forward mercilessly from each apex of his withdrawal, battering her pain-wracked body solidly against the bouncy mattress. The finger embedded in her rectum joined the slowly pistoning penis in a rhythmic fucking duo that brought groans of pain and gasps of pleasure from the lips of her moaning mouth in time to their simultaneous tempos.
The pain was once again easing and that wonderful, overpowering feeling of happiness began tingling through Mariane's subjugated body. The outrageous debasement brought strange masochistic sensations charging through her flesh and then pounding through her bloodstream as she imagined she even enjoyed the pain of what was happening to her. Her hips began unconsciously gyrating in a constantly abandoned rhythm with the increasing speed of the penis fucking her cunt and the finger sawing through her rectum. It seemed as if a thousand helpful hands groped at her from the five leering faces above her.
"Look at her," Bob Waner laughed. "She loves it. Didn't I tell you? She loves it! Tell them, Mariane, you love it!"
"UNNNHHH... OUI... OUI... I LOVE EET... FUCK ME HARDERRR... AHHHH OUI... IT FEELS SO GOOD... I WEESH MORE... MORE... " she crooned as she squirmed her body lasciviously among the many hands that were groping and touching her, crawling over her tingling flesh.
Suddenly everything began coming back into focus, and she realized all the Barkers were naked. Penises were everywhere. Even Bob Waner had dropped his pants, and he and Andy Barker were standing on either side of the bed, Bob blocking off the light from the window, and the two of them were jerking on their organs in time to the way Drew Barker was stroking into her. Andy Barker's penis looked so small in contrast to that of Bob Waner. Then she saw Charley Barker's, longer than his father's, not nearly as long as Bob's. Finally there was Tom Barker, with a penis longer than Charley's. In fact, Tom's was just about as long as that of Bob Waner. Wherever she turned her head there was another prick staring her in the face. It seemed she was in some kind of penis heaven, surrounded by them, trapped by them, stuck on one that continually fucked into her, making her feel better with every stroke. The cock in her cunt seemed to expand like a giant balloon, and the finger that continually pushed in and out of her rectum felt like another penis. She was a prisoner, but it was such a wonderful prison. Her cunt was being deliciously raped and her asshole was impaled so delightfully that it all felt great. She was trapped between the finger and the penis like a helpless insect.
"SIL VOUS PLAIT... MORE... DO NOT STOP... PLEASE... FUCK ME... EEET FEELS SO GOOD... DO NOT EVAIR STOP... "she grunted into the stale air that was now in the room. She gyrated her upturned ass faster and faster, trying to keep up with the monstrous pole of flesh that continued drubbing into her like a tireless mechanical device invented for the sole purpose of fucking.
Charley Barker climbed onto the bed, his lower half once again naked, and he leaned over her body from the side, pressing down on the one leg in the way, pushing his cock into her two hands as they remained bound over her head. Her fingers automatically closed around the hard surface of his hard shaft and began a vicious stroking in time to the way Drew was fucking into her tight pussy. Her fingers were almost unfeeling, yet she managed to squeeze Charley's cock as she felt the throbbing shaft of Drew's penis swell and enlarge. He was going to climax before she was ready.
"NO! NON! SIL VOUS PLAIT... PLEASE... WAIT!" she gasped out in desperation, but it was already too late. Drew's round eyes rolled back in his head and his great balls began jumping up and down as he bellowed, "EEEYYYAAARRRGGGHHHUUU- NNNGGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHH! " Shot after shot of heavy sperm began pumping deep into her tightly contracting belly. She ground her naked crotch solidly against his pelvis in an attempt to stop the semen from flowing from his penis, but her very anxiety defeated her purpose. The nibbling clasp of her pussy milked the cock until Drew's balls were empty.
"Your turn, Tom," Bob said.
"I want her ass," Tom Barker insisted.
"Hey, now wait a minute, I was going to use that myself," Bob told him.
"Either I get the ass or you don't get our business," Tom told him.
Sighing, Bob motioned for him to go ahead.
Tom knelt on the bed and had her thighs pushed back a little more. He was going to fuck her ass going in missionary style. But first he insisted that her hands be untied. The nylon was removed from her wrists and tied around her ankles, keeping them bound to the headboard over her head. But her hands were free and Mariane was able to chafe life back into her wrists.
Tom Barker was on the bed with his cock pushing against her asshole. Mariane was in such heat that she didn't even think where the penis was going, so when Tom pressed it against her rectum, and said, "YOU PUT IT IN, BITCH!" she reached down and actually forced the head of his penis halfway into her anus before realizing it wasn't going into the right place.
The muscles on Tom Barker's ass were strained as his cheeks clenched together. His cock was worming its way into her, looking like a swollen battering ram trying to force its way into the narrow opening. Tom clenched his eyes tightly shut as the straining nether ring suddenly gave way before his tremendous onslaught and the huge head suddenly popped into her with a terrific rush. A slight hiss of escaping air came from between his teeth as he watched, enjoying the sight of her trying to wriggle away with her feet still bound over her head to the headboard. Grinning lasciviously, Tom Barker thrust again.
"AAAWWWAAAUUUGGGHHH!" the girl groaned and gasped, her face contorted with pain and lined with despair because of the ravishment of her defenseless rectum. His pressing thighs prevented her from moving, and he called out to her, "SHOVE BACK, YOU DUMB FRENCH TWAT, SHOVE BACK!"
Mariane took a deep breath and found herself automatically obeying the loud command. To the overjoyed Bob, who was already counting on a big retainer, his wife's nurse and companion looked like a pet dog straining to free itself from the ropes of a dog catcher. Tom Barker, saliva now drooling from his lips, hugged her waving hips tightly and pushed with all his strength against her rounded behind as she screamed futilely.
"UUUUHHH... N-O-O-O-O... IIIIIIT HUUUURRRRTS... TOO BIG... TOO BIG... N-O-O-O-O-O-O... " But the solidly fleshy rod surged forward, battering the rubbery resistant flesh before it without mercy.
"AAANNNHHH... DIEU... DIEU... " she moaned as Tom Parker's pelvis smacked against her rounded ass cheeks, bouncing off the twin buttocks. His rampaging instrument was buried to the hilt inside the young Mariane's nearly split anal tunnel. She was hopelessly impaled.
Now, gasping with arousal at the voluptuous white body skewered so deliciously on this throbbing cock, Tom Barker began solidly sawing his penis in and out of her pinkly inflamed passage.
Little by little the pain once again began to fade, and before the eyes of all those watching, Mariane began bouncing her buttocks up and down on the sperm-soaked mattress. Her feet came loose from the nylon bonds, and she let her calves drape over the shoulders of Tom Barker as she revelled in his driving penis, massaging her rectal tissue. For the first time she realized how ultra-sensitive the nerve- endings in her rectum were. She was going to have another orgasm, but this one was going to originate in her ass. Tom rammed into her with solidly cruel thrusts, enjoying this all immensely. The thrust of his rampaging cock seemed strangely pleasant in her rear-end, and Mariane was thrilling to each plunge.
Tom Barker gripped her asscheeks and lifted them higher, giving himself a better view of what was happening. He watched the way his cock powered in, seeing the anal rim fold in on itself. Then he pulled back, and beyond the brown crinkle her pink flesh seemed to reach out in a desperate attempt to hold onto his throbbing cock.
Mariane whipped her head from side to side, her hair thrashing against the bed so that the other people watching were able to follow her feelings by seeing the reflection of her senses in her face. Her lips were pulled back, baring her lovely even teeth in a thrillingly frenetic joy that pictured to the hypnotized onlookers the feelings the cock of Tom Barker was generating in her.
Kneeling above her, his hands still gripping her ass cheeks, Tom Barker watched with a certain amount of sadistic lust as his throbbing cock continued pushing and pulling in and out of the tightly narrow, squeezing asshole. His eyes locked on those of his father and he smiled, as if to let his father know he had thought to do something other than that which he and Drew had done, and yet something infinitely more fun than that which brother Charley had done. He began a series of violently brutal thrusts that sent the ever-growing member continually sinking to the hilt inside her wide-slit crevice. His leaden balls smacked rhythmically against her ass cheeks, while his pelvic hairs began scrubbing the lips of her vagina. He watched as his white penis viciously stroked into her, disappearing all the way up her gyrating asshole with each cruel stroke. The straining cock reached far into the depths of her colon, and everyone there thought of her as a time bomb just waiting for the right moment to explode.
Mariane's face flushed a bright red, her head whipping from side to side, her long blonde hair now matted and disheveled, clinging to her face, pasted there by perspiration. Like a madwoman she used her calves against his shoulders for leverage, thrusting her ass against Tom Barker's cock repeatedly.
"FUCK ME... FUCK ME... FUCK ME... " the helplessly skewered French woman begged, gasping as Tom Barker began rotating his cock around and around inside her rectum.
"Like it, bitch?" Tom asked.
"AH, OUI, OUI... EET EES SO NICE... SO NICE... I LOVE EET... " His hands began tugging her ass cheeks wide apart as he drove his pelvis all the harder into her with loud, resounding smacks. His perspiring face was glistening and his breath was now coming in short pants.
Unbelievably, Mariane suddenly found herself at the peak of orgasmic fury, and she screamed, "AAAIIIEEEYYYAAARRRGGGHHHAAA- NNNGGGHHHH!"
At the same moment white hot liquid began spurting into her rectum as Tom Barker began unleashing his own flood. He fired endlessly and Mariane fainted from it long before he was finished.
CHAPTER EIGHT
That same night, Mariane packed the few meager belongings she'd brought with her to the Waner home and left. She went directly to Alvin's apartment, though she had the good sense not to tell him what had happened to her.
Alvin Chardis, true to his word, found another nurse for the Waner baby, so that when Carol and the child came home, a nurse was waiting, only this particular nurse was German, sixty, and two hundred pounds.
Three days later, after two blood tests, Mariane and Alvin were quietly married by a Justice of the Peace in a small village in upstate New York. Mariane reported her marriage to the authorities, and her passport was changed from a working passport to a permanent visitor's passport, until she was able to become a citizen.
Alvin Chardis was at somewhat of a loss to explain what did happen with Mariane, though. Exactly eight-and-three-quarters months after he married her, Mariane gave birth to a son. Alvin, who had never been able to sire a child in his life before, was flabbergasted, especially since his wife carried so well that the pregnancy had hardly been noticeable.
Curious that his wife had given birth so soon after their marriage, Alvin consulted a doctor, and was told by the doctor, who was a very wise man, that it was indeed possible for a woman to give birth a little earlier than usual, but only with the first pregnancy. Thereafter, all others would take the full nine months.
Alvin sired a second and third child with Mariane, and each one took a full nine months. He was pleased things had worked out so well.
Mariane never saw the Waners again. Her sex life with Alvin was a very hectic one because Alvin had an overpowering drive for lovemaking that few men ever were able to match. With a husband like Alvin she would never need another man.
Five years after her arrival in the United States, Mariane became a citizen. One of the things Alvin liked best was the fact that she never lost that cute little French accent. Perhaps what amazed him most about his penis in any orifice of hers in which - he chose to put it without feeling strain. Alvin put it down to her French blood. After all, the French might not have originated lovemaking, but they did claim to have perfected it.
